Big League Chew
I brought in 24 pouches of Big League Chew to my work's potluck today.
I had actually forgotten there was a potluck today until I was actually on my way to work. The fact hit me with a jolt and I cursed under my breath. You see, I am a firm believer that you are not allowed to partake in the potluck unless you actually contributed to it. However ,it never works that way for the same reason communism did not. There is always the dozen people or so that mooch up all the good stuff. I did not want to become one of the moochers so I stopped into BJ's before work to see what I could find.
BJ's opens at 8, however when I arrived there at 8, the big steel laser-repelling blast doors were still down. I became one of those lost souls who lurk out in front of the store just before it opens. No one ever lines up, instead you walk up and find a spot as far away from the other person waiting while still being as close to the door as possible. Then you shuffle about and look at your shoes or the sky. After a while one of the people waiting will voice a mild disappointment that the doors are not open, and a mummer of agreement will burble up from the fellow waiters in a tone of voice normally reserved for funerals.
After a bit the blast doors rumbled up and a thin lady wearing a pair of cat's eye glasses waved us all in with such an elegant flourish you would think we were going to meet the Wizard. We all humbly shuffled in.
I wandered through the massive shelves of bulk products and really did not know what to get. I did not want to get anything from the bakery; potlucks are always swarmed with last minute grocery store grabs. Donuts and two day old cakes. I actually walked by the big league chew about three times, and every time I passed I thought to myself 'Hey! It's Big League Chew!'. After the third time I figured if it's good enough for me to gawk at it's good enough for everyone. So I bought a couple of boxes and headed on to work. Big league chew for everyone!
We were supposed to dress up Hawaiian style. I was thinking of coming to work wearing a grass skirt and a couple of coconuts halves as a bikini, but decided I did not want to be either unemployed or arrested.
On the way to work this morning I saw a guy at a traffic light hop out of his car, put a dab of water from his Zephyrhills water bottle on his windshield and then daintily dab at it with a Kleenex. He then hopped back in his car. I rather thought a traffic light was an inaprophiate place to do that. I wonder if it was a bug or bird shit.
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