On Mar 25, 8:19*pm, Christopher Helms > wrote:
> On Mar 25, 7:57*pm, aem > wrote:
>
> > I stopped at the store to restock the larder, the list included pinto
> > beans. *There were two or three brands on the shelf, one of which was
> > on sale, so I picked that bag. *Now I'm in the checkout line and the
> > woman behind me points at the bag of beans and asks, "how much were
> > they?" *"I don't know," I said truthfully, not bothering to say I knew
> > they were the cheapest on offer. *"What?! *You don't know?!" and she's
> > off on a whole tirade about how amazing it is to her that anyone could
> > buy anything without knowing the price. *And that she couldn't
> > remember the last time she bought anything without knowing the price.
> > None of it required any answer from me, so I didn't say anything
> > more. *She was still mumbling about it when I left.
>
> > I think I'm as careful a shopper as most but I don't have to keep all
> > the numbers in my brain, ya know? *It's not as though two pounds of
> > beans was gonna break my bank. * *-aem
>
> Some people are really good at keeping all that stuff in their heads.
> My mom was like that. Personally, when I'm in the checkout line the
> crazy, mumbling, jabbering flake is always directly in front of me,
> talking about everything and nothing to the clerk, writing a check for
> Tic Tacs or paying for a case of beer with a coffee can full of
> change. Last night I waited for some dumb bitch to run out of gab for
> over five minutes as my bottle of Coke Zero got warm. I have a
> freakish talent for getting behind these assholes. It never happens
> less than three time a week to me.

Which city do you live in? Ya know, so I know not to ever move
there.

--Bryan