Do you remember that I have a strange fetish for the grocery lists of strangers? Well for a long time I have been punished by the grocery gods by not finding any. Then, the other day, out of the blue, I found 2 within the span of 5 minutes. I don’t know what sort of incredibly karmic good deed I performed that morning, but let me tell you, I was all smiles and people thought I was higher than a kite.
Now, this first one isn’t all that exciting. I’d like to eat many of the Mexican-themed foods on the right side of this list. And the rest of the items seem pretty healthy. I did derive some pleasure out of the goofy fellow carrying the auto glass.
I was struck by an immediate need to mutter, heyyyyy in the guttural voice I imagined he would have, and I passed it off as saying hey to Beckett. He liked it very much. Then I moved onto the next list:
This was better. Not only was it written on a cardboard box flap, it had the unmistakable scrawl of old-people writing. How beautifully cryptic this list is! What do you suppose a large Stacy is, and why do they need 2? I’ve actually spent a lot of time puzzling over this list and I simply can’t figure out what a MUSSO would be, either. Is it code? Is it an acronym?