Last night I made a grocery run to my local super market. I needed to stock up for the weekend and catch a few 'personalized' deals before they expired.
I know this store like the back of my hand and chip aisle is my trouble area. I tend to avoid it at all costs. I mean, I could eat chips for breakfast, lunch and dinner. And for my mid-morning, mid-afternoon and mid-night snacks. And anytime in between. Chips and I - we have a problem.
Anyway, last night I made an error in navigation and turned down the chips aisle by mistake and as I succumbed to its gravitational pull I scrunched up my face as if to communicate, "Shit. I'm doomed."
A twenty-something girl saw my face and agreed, "I feel ya."
I feigned a panicked voice, "No. No. No. No. I can't be on this aisle."
She picked up a bag of chips and held them like a newborn to her teet and cooed, "But they are Flaming Hot Cheetos!"
Ewww, that's a chip I'd never ever consider. But for comic effect I sprinted away from her evil Cheetos to the end of the aisle and then turned to proclaim my victory - arms raised over my head, "I did it!"
We shared a laugh as she shot me the bird.