Dang wife, next time she's going to the store, a bit of snow and it's getting cold, needed a few things cause I'm gonna make omelets for supper, Russ's stores all over town, local chain, I love them, was just gonna go to the smaller original one close to home, but no, they don't have the shredded Asiago cheese she wants, so I have to go to the "West End of Lincoln Yuppie Russ's" instead of my nice ghetto one.
OK, pick-up is blocked in by black SUV/Cross Over/Station Wagon thing, so I drive it. Yep, every dang yuppie in town is stocking up on free range organic brown eggs, artisan bread and soy milk.
OK, what a mess, find my items, have to tell the lady twice I don't want to try her stupid chicken spinach sausage she's handing samples out for, smells worse than a fast food place.
Lines are long, almost every register open, yes dip, it's nice you brought your cloth bags, let the sacker sag for you, you are stupidly slow.
Get out there, black is a popular color for them things like she drives and they almost look alike, found it, was gonna open the door, was locked, hmm, look in, wrong junk on the dash.
Finally fine the right black roo-dee-voo and get in, count 14 black thingys in the parking lot, as I'm leaving 2 more of the dang things are coming in. Next time I either go to the ghetto store on a nasty Sat afternoon, she goes or she moves her roo-dee-voo so I can take the Field Marshall, never have trouble finding it and the Prius type cars stay out of my way.