in a miserable kind of way.
So I was at the grocery store this morning. Thought I would take advantage of the sale on beef roast. I had bought four packages earlier in the week and canned them. I wanted to can another six packages worth.
As I am putting the roasts into my cart, a woman comes up along side me. As the third package went into my cart, she sort of starts to edge me out of her way. When I didn't move, she reaches over me, grabbing packages like she thought there wouldn't be any more. I just stood back and watched her. A package of meat at a grocery store just isn't worth the hassle of dealing with an obnoxious woman.
When she had what she wanted, off she flounced, triumphant in her winning whatever game she thought she was playing with me. Guess she didn't realize that she was playing alone.
I have to wonder what would happen if the poo really did hit the fan and there were fifty people just like that woman, all wanting to get their hands on the last loaf of bread in the store. I think I am glad that I have thought far enough ahead so that I will be home, baking my own bread.
White Bear, Saskatchewan - Dale Redekopp
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