Wednesday, January 09, 2013

Marriage 501, Lecture 522: No free lunch

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.


webb said...

He's (finally) right, you know.

Joy said...

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.

Class factotum said...

Hey! I don't take a commission when I do the grocery shopping!