One thing I like about our new digs is the conveniently located shopping plaza in our neighborhood. I'm not sure I've ever lived anywhere where it was so easy to quickly drop off some dry cleaning or pick up a few groceries.
The downside is that it is easy to pick up that food you're craving but know you shouldn't have. And they sell 100 Grand bars. I love those damn things.
We also love the doughnuts in the bakery there. Well, I love doughnuts in general, just on principle, but theirs are especially yummy.
Yesterday I gave in and went and bought four doughnuts. It's bad enough that the doughnuts are so easily accessible to me. I thought I was doing pretty good to buy just one for each of us.
And then the cashier lady yelled at me!
She was mad that I bought four when I could have a dozen for less money.
At first I laughed it off, "Oh, I know. But I don't want all those doughnuts in the house."
But she scoffed at me. She scoffed! She rolled her eyes and told me I was wasting money.
What the hell, lady? You're not my mother. I don't remember asking for your opinion. If the freaking eight cents I wasted means that much to you, you can have it.
Our friendly neighborhood grocery doesn't feel so friendly anymore.