19th
March
2018
Another day without squatting to buy
I’ve reached the age where I find myself asking clerks in the grocery store to help me find a particular blend of peanut butter. I don’t even eat peanut butter (but it was on my list). Why? Well, when faced with squatting in the aisle and getting all “Facetime” with an amazing array of similar products, or simply asking the lad with the inventory pistol to help me out, I know the rule. He might get to keep his job, because he seemed useful when the manager was crossing the floor; I get to wait to crawl around. Win/win.
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