Wednesday, June 13, 2007


So last night, being Tuesday, was date night for Gary and I. We decided to enjoy the beautiful summer evening with a picnic at the park. We headed to the local grocery to pick up a few picnic-y items on the way.

As we brought our items to the cash register, a blonde lady dove in front of us to request that the cashier call a manager for her immediately. The crisis?

"I'm looking for a few things that I can't seem to find. I need a high-end, rustic crouton, as well as unsweetened ice-tea."

Nonplussed, the cashier complied and rang for customer service. But as she walked away, I couldn't help but think to myself...

"What the frick is a rustic crouton?"

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