Apologies for the tardiness of my blog. I have been trying to finish an article in the midst of a sick baby and back-to-school time. Ok, so my daughter Sage has been sick with a cold since Sunday. So inbetween her lethargy and a nap we made a mad dash for the grocery store. I have to tell you that I have been a loyal shopper to my local Publix for two reasons. 1. the convenience factor. 2. for the characters employed there. David the gentle but mentally handicapped bagger, and his equally challenged co-bagger, Amy are always there to offer a smile and strange advice.
Take our friend Amy. Just over a week ago she felt the need to share some of her "female" ovarian problems to the reluctant audiance of my stomach. I feigned interest and even managed to force a smile. As she continued to unload my groceries, I contemplated pinching Sage so that she would finish in a hurry. With some luck, and a little help from the heat she put the last bag in the back of my Honda. Then there's Gena the misanthropic cashier who always regales me with stories of her arthritis and psoriasis. Sometimes, I will get in her line just to see what she is going to complain about that day. Today, she did not fail me and decided to berate the mentally challenged "bag boy" David. I thought it would be funnier, but I ended telling her that it made for an uncomfortable situation. Shopping is fun again!