After laughing (again) over the horrible stank in the grocery store line last night, I can’t believe I didn’t post what happened the last time we went grocery shopping.
We put all our stuff on the conveyor belt and the Very Christian Checkout Clerk asked the better-half if he had any raw chicken. (Aside: She spouts Christian stuff every time I go through her line and she wears a gazillion Christian flare items on her smock.) I swear we both had the WTF look on our faces. After recovering, he said no. Then there was a slightly inane conversation about raw vs. cooked chicken and then we found out why the VCCC asked us about raw chicken. She claims she got sick from touching a package while performing her duties. She also added it had been about 1.8 years since her last illness and the she was felled by the raw chicken. Seriously?
Two odd points:
She kept track of time between illness and she got sick from touching raw chicken? Really. Think she marked her calendar everyday? Not sick again today, hooray!
She got sick from touching a package of chicken that leaked? How about she got chicken juice on her hands and then she touched an orifice. There are sanitizing wipes at every checkout line so why she’d get that funk on her hands and not clean up is SUSPECT. Also, could she really trace it to the chicken on the conveyor belt? Maybe she also marked her calendar for that?
At least she wished us a blessed day when we left. I told her to watch out for the raw chicken.
And people said my life could be a sitcom?!?! Ha!