we clumsily walked the aisles in search of rotisserie chicken, salad, and salad dressing.
after snagging the dressing we turned to leave the aisle.
at the same, a mother (wearing a moo moo and black sweatpants, mid-40s, slate gray hair, of redneck heritage, who still owned the mineral rights to 60% of her teeth) and her two daughters (early 20s, Pentecostal smiles, and overall sweetly nondescript) entered to our right.
The daughters, heeling their mother, scanned the immediate area - as if they were watching for the off-duty cop. You know the cop; the fella wearing his aviators inside at night.
Their path was direct and intentional. The mother, almost tip toeing, approached the 20' x 6' wall of mayonnaise.
Her voice curled around the end-cap of sweets and marshmallows.
A crude, southern accent with nasal-laden tones proclaimed:
"OH MY GOSH! They have Hellman's on sale!!!!!""
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