I didn't bag my plums

 

Yesterday, being a Saturday, I knew my usual supermarket, S, would be ridiculously overcrowded. Being a sharp shopper, I opted to go to the other major supermarket chain, which we will call A. It was not crowded, and, being a judicious shopper, the prices were not too bad. I dumped some plums into the cart. I did not use the little plasticine bag, as is my wont. I always make a mess tearing the bag off the receptacle and I suspect there is a charge for them. 

I chose to use a real checker, since there was only a tiny line and deposited my groceries onto the belt. The clerk looked up at me, ruefully. "So you are going to let those plums roll around?" she queried. I then tried to be helpful and put the three plums together on the queue. 

At the end of the checkout, she refused to bag the plums. She put them in a separate place and helpfully informed me, "You should always put fruits in the baggies, or they will get bruised on the way home."

I then proceeded to dump the plums into the supermarket bag I brought from home and remarked, "Oh don't worry I'm sure they'll be fine." 

I guess being a man she assumed that shopping was not a task I had mastered. Probably my wife was laid up and I that forced me to do this unfamiliar chore. At the S store, they could care less about what I did with my plums. I guess that is why A is more expensive. Because of their exceptional customer service. The plums did not look bruised. At least to my masculine eyes. 

Happy Father's Day

 Here's an oldie but goodie. Happy summer too!

Furniture shopping from the dumpster

 

Last week I was at a dinner and the conversation turned to buying furniture. One person recommended Ikia, another recommended an antique store in Lambertville. I thought to myself "I just got a table, too!" when I reconsidered what I would say next. Truth to be told I just found a nice plant table next to the dumpster where I lived.

To think of it, a lot of my furniture consists of tables and things I found lying next to the condo dumpster. I never look for things that way it's just that while tossing my kitchen refuse, I sometimes notice a nice table or stool propped up against the garbage bin.  I take pity on it and welcome it to my home. 

Occasionally I see an old pickup truck next to the dumpster that picks up stuff my neighbors have thrown out. My building must have a good reputation for the cast-off effluvia of modern life.