By our house, there are several grocery stores...but I'm a grocery snob, and really only like one store, but if I'm in a pinch, or having a serious craving, I'll run into the Giant and pay their outrageous prices for the convenience of it all.
Anyway, tonight I walked in with Evan, because I had ravioli boiling on the stove, and much to my dismay, I had no bread to dunk in my delicious home made bolognese sauce. So yeah, into Giant we go, and as soon as we walk through the door, one of the Giant employees looked at us and said "OH!! You're back! What are you craving today?" and laughed.
I looked at Evan in horror - I had no recollection of this person, and they knew about my cravings. "Who was that??" I hissed at him trying to whisper.
He rolled his eyes and said "The woman that sold you SEVEN of those enormous stinky deli pickles"
Oh. Right. Her. Hm...
I wonder if she knows the bread stocker boy who I cornered while I was in tears because I couldn't find the limes.
I think I need to spread my cravings out and evenly distribute them amongst the stores in Dale City, I'm starting to get a reputation