It seems like every time I go grocery shopping, I feel compelled to write a blog entry. I usually stop short, but sometimes I come back with an interesting story. I try to resist the temptation, but it's hard, and buying groceries is such a bittersweet experience for me. On the one hand, I love food. On the other, I hate paying for it, dealing with people, and the supremely inefficient method by which one procures consumables. Sigh.

I've suffered my fair share of banal conversation, too, while waiting in the checkout line. For instance, this "conversation" which took place between the bagger and the checkout girl, both of whom were teenagers.

Bagger: You totally missed it.
Clerk: (uninterested) What?
Bagger: There were these two old dudes, one black guy and the other a white guy...
Clerk: (barely registering a pulse) Uh-huh.
Bagger: ...and the one guy said something to the other guy, and they both looked at each other, and smiled!
Clerk: (clearly experience high job satisfaction) Uh-huh.

That is what passes for storytelling these days, apparently. I don't even know what it meant. I assume he was implying that the guys were gay or something, which, you know, is like, totally hilarious! I bet by "old" he meant they were thirty.