I had a full evening starting with a Chicago Comedy Association (yes, there is such a thing, and yes we know the website is terribly outdated) meeting, followed by a workout, then I went to the supermarket to buy all the reasons I’m working out. That’s another post. I generally enjoy the grocery store when I’m not with Chris because I take as long as I want and I buy things that he chastises me for buying, then eats it, in like, 2 days.

Tonight I was cursed by a Supermarket Ogre. You know what those are, right? Really creepy people that stare at you in a non-sexual way and don’t have very good supermarket etiquette, or etiquette in general. The Ogre was with Mrs. Ogre and it seemed where ever I turned my cart there they were. Supermarket Ogre’s have no idea how to maneuver their carts when you are about to pass them even when you make it quite clear you will be passing in the side with the most room. That is their cue to move their cart in your path and verbally offer the new path to you as if you wouldn’t know to not run directly into them. Fake smile and ‘thanks’. Even when I thought I could avoid this by leaving my cart near the outskirts of the aisle it was to no avail. Of course Supermarket Ogre and his old lady decided to go for the shredded cheese today and guess where my cart was? And guess who had to take the cart when the Ogre has his hands on it back and forth? Fake smile and ‘Thanks’.

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