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Tom Thumb, you broke my heart.

So, you know that the super-conveniently located Tom Thumb near my house is CLOSING.  I am still bummed about it.  I loved that store.  Tom was my first friend in my new neighborhood.  We’ve been together for just over a year and he was always there when I needed him. 

To add insult to injury, I just learned today that Kroger is moving into that location.  I got a letter from Kroger today assuring me that he can make me forget I ever knew Tom.  Kroger went on to say how he looks forward to being part of my life.  Excuse me!  I barely know you, you presumptive, conceited  wannabe-rebound-store!  Don’t pretend to want me or care about what I want.  You’re just using me for my money.

There’s another big new Tom Thumb a few blocks north, but let’s be realistic.  Kroger is going to be right there.  And I’m weak.  Perhaps I can try to form a relationship with northern Tom.  But I won’t rule out the possibility of the occasional booty call with Kroger.


Meanwhile, my Stars are down 2-1 against the Ducks.  The 3rd period is about to start.  Come on, guys!  Beat those phucking ducks!!!  They’ve had a pretty decent road trip so would love to see them finish it off with a killer comeback in the 3rd.  Then they are back at home this Friday playing the BJs (no, not that kind).  I’ll be at that game…YAY! 

Curse you, Tom Thumb!

I signed up online today for the WeightWatchers eTools.  So all I needed to do was go grocery shopping.  I took some of the sample meals and created a shopping list and headed to my super conveniently located Tom Thumb.  Seriously, it’s like 2 minutes from my house.  Imagine my surprise when I saw giant STORE CLOSING signs plastered all over the front.  Damn.  Damn.  Damn.

Luckily they still had stuff available.  Lots of canned and dry goods, some frozen foods, cleaning stuff, etc.  And most everything was 20% off.  So I went ahead and started shopping for what I could.  Absolutely no produce in the store.  No milk.  No bread.  So after loading my cart up with a ridiculous amount of groceries (I normally shop once a month, but bargain hunting, coupon cutting fool that I am had to load up) I came home, unloaded everything and reviewed my shopping list.

I still need to go to another store and get all the produce and milk and stuff.  And I’m going to MY store to buy Mazzy’s dog food (20% off plus my $3 off coupon!).  But I think I’ve got plenty (dripping with sarcasm) to come up with a nice dinner and breakfast tomorrow.  I’ll venture out to find another store tomorrow.  I am just seriously bummed that my store is closing. 

Grocery shopping

I hate it.  So much so that I make it a point to buy all my groceries for a month at a time.  Or longer if I can manage it.  But I was out of everything except toilet paper, so I had to go tonight.  After wandering through the store for a good 40 minutes, I head to the checkout line.  And gee, guess what?  There was ONE lane open and 4 people in front of me.  So I stood there.  And stood there.  And stood there.

Finally I start unloading my basket onto that conveyer belt thing.  The guy, bless his heart, is slower than molasses and picking up one thing at a time, scanning it, and tossing it down to the other end.  I’m already annoyed at having to wait 15 minutes to check out and now this guy is throwing my groceries around.  I get everything unloaded and move over to start filling out my check and get all my coupons ready to give him. 

Meanwhile, this neverending mound of groceries has piled up at the end of the counter.  No one is there to bag them.  This happens more often than not lately and also annoys me greatly.  So I put my stuff down and move to the end of the counter and start bagging the groceries that are now being thrown towards me.  Another 10 minutes or so and he finally has my total ready, so I stop bagging and return to writing the check.  While I’m doing this, he decides to start bagging things.  I finish writing the check and try to hand it to him and he just keeps putting stuff in bags.  And doing it all wrong.  So I leave my check on the counter and go finish bagging. 

I finally get to leave the store.  Hallelujah.  But then I get about 10 steps outside the store, right to the area where cars drive through, and my case of Diet Dr Pepper goes flying off the bottom of the cart (where he had put it along with way too much other stuff, and half hanging off the cart).  So now, I’m pushing a huge cart overflowing with groceries, holding my purse and a case spewing coke out of the bottom, and trying to get out of harm’s way.

I make it to the car, put all the groceries in the trunk, and then open the case to survey the damage.  Maybe it’s just one can.  Yeah, no such luck.  Of the 12, only 4 of them weren’t erupting.  And I am being chastised by the woman getting out of the car next to me to please watch my language as she has her children with her.  Biting.  My.  Tongue.

I leave the coke mess in the cart and leave the cart next to my car and get in the car and go home.  If I’d have gone back in the store to complain at that point, I likely would’ve been arrested.

I think I’ve earned the drink I’m about to make myself. 

P.S.  Oh my gosh.  Peanut Butter Cookie Crisp cereal, where have you been all my life?