Monday, March 28, 2011

sunday tale of the day

We grocery shop across from where the elephant sleeps. 
Tonight we ventured into the chaos of Sunday night grocerying and barely live to tell the tale. Little people everywhere, short and shorter, you feel like cattle, smells like curry and seafood, crackers and tofu, chocolate only sold out of a locked and guarded case, everyone stares at your juice selection because what are you doing in their grocery store? 

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