April 1, 2002
Note to self: No matter how out of food I am, even if I'm eating plain crackers because I'm out of everything else, never ever go to Giant Eagle during the day. There were at least three people who had corralled employees into helping them shop instead of doing their jobs and helping at the checkout lines. These employees had a tendency to walk next to their charges, thus blocking the whole aisle.
And since these people are apparently incapable of making their own decisions about anything, they were going really, really slow. Then I got to the checkout line, which was one of three non-express lanes that were open. There were no baggers working, so I chose the line with people who only barely missed being able to use the express lane.
Turns out the woman running that lane was Methuselah's older sister. I honestly can't believe she was on her feet and not in a home somewhere. She was that frail-looking. She was completely stooped over. Completely. She was actually looking down by default. Quasimoto wasn't hunched over that badly.
I'm just glad I didn't decide to go when the welfare checks and food stamps showed up in the mail.
