I stopped at the grocery late yesterday afternoon to pick up a fast dinner for Zen-Den and me. I knew that we had the makings for a tossed salad at home, as well as some fresh blackberries, so I only had four items in my basket.
- a rotisserie chicken, bbq
- a loaf of bread, California sourdough
- a bottle of white wine, Argentinian Torrontes
- a package of Klondike bars, original
It wasn’t busy in the store so I went through the regular checkout line. The guy that was running the cash register was indifferent to what he was ringing up, but the girl who was bagging my groceries was paying close attention to what I was buying. And even went so far as to offer her opinion: “Wow! This is– like– the best. dinner. ever.”
And you know what? She was right.
Our dinner. Ally selected. Bagger approved. 😉