In Case You've Wondered

My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.

If you're here for the stories, I started another blog:

One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.

I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.

Friday, December 30, 2011

A Suggestion

I have a suggestion for supermarkets. I'm sure they'll ignore the suggestion, but I think it's a very good idea:

Before anyone can take a basket, they are required to count to 20. After that, if they have more than 20 items in their basket when they go through the 20 item, or less, line, a trapdoor opens and they're whisked away (in a tube like at the bank) to the place where they first received their basket.

Of course, this would need to be videotaped so their surprised expression could be placed on the evening news for everyone to see.


  1. The vision of that blueberry girl in Willy Wonka came to mind here.

    I'll take the over 20 items ladies over the two separate women I had the displeasure of passing at the grocery within the last two weeks that absolutely REAKED of nasty perfume that pervaded three rows of groceries. If I could capture smell-a-vision I thought about posting it.

  2. The youtube summarizes my thoughts of how some people count. I guess some people think: one basket;one item.

    Rita: I have to add what is worse than perfume fumigation: Finding the softdrink you purchased tastes of perfume.