While grocery shopping I ran into Evan, scion of the dairy. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "I've got to eat." he replied. "I guess I didn't know you cooked." I answered and we went on our separate ways. I met up w/ him again in another few aisles. This time he was going the other way. I looked into his cart - chips, cookies, bologna, bread, etc. "Oh, I understand." I said. He just laughed and we again went our different directions. Another few aisles and I saw him again. "Just how do you navigate the grocery store?" I asked. "Oh, I kinda think of what I might like and go get it." he answered. Men - no concept of how to shop! I ran into him one last time at the end aisle and he noticed that I had picked up a brand of butter that was not Land-O-Lakes (where the dairy sells it's milk). "I'm telling!" he laughed. Sure enough, the first thing Eric, the dairy owner, said when he saw me this morning was "Heard you were buying second-class butter!"
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