as i shoped
With the growl of hunger in my stomach, I decided to go to the grocery store to shop for food. I arrived at a busy scene of people trying desperately to get their food, and get out as soon as possible. What caught my attention first was the piercing noise of a little sandy haired boy running out of the store as quickly as his chubby little legs could take him. Screaming at the top of his lungs, he cried and passed me by. His tired looking mother was running after him and calling his name, "Tommy, Tommy!" She was barely keeping up with him with her arms full of groceries. Thinking to myself that this is going to be an interesting adventure, I grabbed my cart and started to shop. Choosing first to look for some meat, I headed toward the butcher's section. Passing by a finely dressed man in suit and tie, I noticed he was choosing between Velveeta cheese or the Fry's brand.
He was being smacked across the face by his large, red-faced wife. He placed the slips of paper on vehicles with such speed that you might wonder if that is what he does all day long. She raged at him for staring at a half dressed woman on the cover of a magazine. I picked up my list of groceries, checking them off one by one and decided that I had a good supply of food. I did likewise, and pushed my cart toward the exit. A portly woman across from me hungrily looking for a piece of pie dropped a lemon meringue pie on the floor. The man apologized pathetically until her storming rage came to an end. Looking around and seeing that I noticed her misdeed, she gave me a guilty look and turned around with her head a little lower and left the scene as quickly as possible. I headed toward the check out lines and found one that was shorter than the rest, and stood in it. Looking across the counter, I spied the butcher cutting some pork. 00!" Looking around, I spied a young teen with a dirty, white waiters coat on. He then picked up his pace and walked down the aisle. I continued on to the meat department and found a nice tender piece of red steak that was rather lean. With a satisfied look across his face, he placed the shiny box of Velveeta back on the shelf, and tossed the Fry's brand into his cart. As I turned to go to the bakery section to pick out some bread when a rather large woman dressed in a cheap faded blue dress ran into me.
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