Underblog Rides Again

I had resisted going to Cub for about a year or so. The lines tend to be long, and I feel bad for holding everyone up as I pack a cart's worth of groceries. Today, I gave in to the inevitability of shopping, and I knew that given our list it would cost a bunch more at Kowalski's. We don't spend less at Cub, but we sure take away a lot more food for the same amount of money. Giant things of strawberries, two large packages of skinless boneless breasts, Bugles, Wheat-Thins, and Triscuits.

The people-watching is better at Cub too. The Kowalski's crowd are always talking on their cell-phones and appear to picking up the things they could not trust the nanny to buy. As I slowed my cart to pick up some soy milk, a man with a pony-tail about my age or a little older grabs one for himself. Then, he goes for the Claussen pickles. Those are the pickles I get! What a coincidence. A dreadlocked man takes in interest in my look; is it the plaid shorts, the blindingly white legs, or the look on my face that says my life has a soundtrack? By the Tropicana Juice section, a pair of young women appear to be having a good time at the grocery store. One is blonde and kinda cute, but she wears too much makeup. The other has a rather severe look: tank top and very short hair.

A downside to Cub (in addition to having to pack your own grocery bags) is that it is just too big: I tried in vain to find the enchilada sauce with the salsas because the liquidy salsa type goods have their own section across from the other Herdez products. I might never had found the stuff had I not averted my gaze from uncomfortable eye contact with another shopper. After criss-crossing the store several times to get everything on the list (and then some), I wait in a short line. Two carts ahead of me is the soy milk and pickles guy. Looking at the women's magazines next to the checkout are the two young women. The man ahead of me has a dozen bags of rice flour. I am thankful for the soundtrack.