OMGmoveyour$@#%&cartoutofthemiddleofthe
#@&*%aislebeforeyoustopinthemiddleof
everythingtogeta%$&*@#samplebecauseIneedto
fillmywife’sshoppinglistwhichmagicallychanged
fromthreeitemstotwelveinatextmessageandgetthe
helloutofheresoIcangethometowatchthekidsin
timeformywifetomeetagirlfriendforaglassof
winein40minuteswheredotheykeepthe$#%&@
breadandwhatthehellisanIrishcheddarlog!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OMGCOSTCORAGE!!
-DD
I’m a big fan of treating grocery store aisles like lanes of traffic. Everyone drives on the right, merging into traffic, parallel parking… Jerk faces who do dot follow *my* rules are typically met with disdain. Luckily, I almost always have Doodle with me anywhere I go, so sometimes I just pull the crazy version of “in a hurry to get this little man to the bathroom” card, then people aren’t so absent-minded. Hopefully you made it out just fine, and your wifey got to her date on time. Couldn’t even begin to tell you what an Irish cheddar log is, though. 🙂
An “Irish cheddar log” sounds too much like something nasty you’d find in a bathroom. Please see this link for illustration: http://wp.me/p1F8Wq-39
Yeah, Jake has pretty well won that one. It only took a few trips to stores in “ghetto” areas of a nearby large town for him to carry Doodle out not half a second after entering, hand him to me, and say, “yeah, he’s not going in there!” for me to get the picture. 🙂 I’m kind of scared of the day Doodle’s too old to come to the ladies’ room and Jake’s not with us. Sending him in there… by himself…