Building on yesterday’s remarks, another scene. Another ride around the store. Another checkout line discard. Where are the King’s Hawaiian dinner rolls in Canton’s Super Walmart?, you wonder. I don’t know about the rest of them, but you’ll find one package at register fifteen, just below the gift cards.
Kinda looks like you’re working on a theme here. A tumblr blog in the making, perhaps?
Tumblr? What is Tumblr? Some kind of blog mill?
I’m just extending the “Things” category and doing a bit of fly-by photo-documentary work while waiting around in life’s eternal checkout line.
Also celebrating eight years at Earth Wide Moth tomorrow. Same host. Same domain. Same old left-behind Movable Type for eight years. Is. has told me she thinks this warrants celebratory chocolate chip pumpkin muffins.
My kids LOVE those rolls. Maybe they were left behind as a consequence of naughty behavior at the store?
I’ve never tried them, Clancy. But I do like the image of a punitive putback: “One more word out of you, and we’re not going to buy the King’s Hawaiian rolls. In fact, we’re leaving them right here!”
For a minute, I was thinking they could’ve fallen off when a cart heaped high with King’s Hawaiian rolls passed through. What’s one package when you’re buying 40?
The punitive outback is a frequent occurrence on grocery trips with my kids — the threat of it, anyway. They’re pretty good about shaping up when their goodies are at stake.
They’re good. That’s what I get for pulled pork sandwiches….