Me: What on earth?
SH: What?
Me: All I wanted you to get was grits, parsley, milk, eggs, and celery root.
SH: That's what I did. They're all there.
Me: And this bottle of wine? [That I hold aloft, very, j'accuse.]
SH [shrugging]: If you send me to the grocery store, there's a price. You can't expect me to walk past the wine section at Sendik's and not buy anything.
3 comments:
He's (finally) right, you know.
Yup, he's right. And I miss Wisconsin, land of all the booze you could want, conveniently sold in the grocery store. Anybody who says New York City is a den of sin is not familiar with our liquor-store-lobby-supported blue laws.
Hey! I don't take a commission when I do the grocery shopping!
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