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2005-12-14 12:48 AM Midnight Sourdough Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: Contemplative Read/Post Comments (0) I just put the hot links in the pan over low heat, covered in black pepper. By the time I'm done writing this, it'll be time to toast the bread with the jack cheese on it.
A little bit ago, I went to the cupboard where we keep the bread, brought out the new bag of sourdough bread and found that it had some sort of...oil on the bottom of the loaf, completely inside the inner bag. I checked the shelf; no apparent cause, so I could only guess that it came from the store that way. Not sure how no one noticed it yesterday, but these things do happen. Called up Vons, asked if there'd be any issue with returning it. They said probably not; just bring it to the cashier. At Vons, I showed the bread to the only cashier on duty. He waved me through with barely a word. I get my bearings, grab a loaf, inspect it. It's fine, but I grab another one. Also fine. I take it to the cashier. In line behind an older woman who, according to her brief discussion with the cashier, apparently buys Lean Cuisine every night around midnight. Once she's gone, he waves me through again and I'm on my way back. Great story, right? Yeah. This is why I don't post more often. Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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