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today at the grocery store, i saw two kids (sans-adults) playing infront of the bean section of the produce isle, singing random songs and poking beans up their noses. it was rather funny. however, i'm going to avoid the beans from now on, for fear that the offending beans were placed back on the pile after they fulfilled their fun purpose. the whole scenario reminds me of thistime i was at mcdonalds and this girl grabed a huge handfull of straws, got them all kiddy-germed up and then put them back. thank goodness for individually wrapped straws these days. if only we had individually wrapped beans.

but the produce isle wasn't the only place fun was had. the semi-cute boy at the deli counter that helped me had this awesome 70's porn moustache - and i'm still debating whether he was trying to be ironic or not. but apparently it buggered his math skillz, because my requested 100g of turkey breast turned into 212g, despite clarification on his part that i really only wanted 100g. good thing his porn moustache prevented me from wanting to correct him.

but the main reason i go to the grocery store i do, is that everyone that works there (minus the ones with bad math skills and moustaches) are so friendly. and mostly, they have cute stock boys - one of which asked me, 'how's it goin'?'. now, i know that he gets paid to ask people that...but whatever. he was cute. and i'm desperate.

now, i think i'm going to put away my groceries and walk to the book store. only one week until i blow this popsicle stand for a month - so i'll need a book to read on the airplane.