Angie and I went to the produce market this afternoon. We were in the aisle with bulk items on one side and the snack crackers, etc. on the other. While Angie was looking for her little crackers I look over and see this....
A mom with 2 little kids...each with a prune in their hands out of the bulk barrel...
and
I see a lady reach into the pinto beans, grab a handful, lift them to her nose...smell.... and replace in the barrel
Then I say in my semi-loud EZMONEY voice...."Hey Babe, I'm not sure what the scoops are for in the pinto beans....evidently you're supposed to reach in with your dirty hand and grab 'em".....
Angie gives me her..."keep your voice down"... look.....
which I know very well thank-you
I just looked back and said "You don't even want me to tell you about the prunes!"
Now then, if I needed pinto beans I still would have got some...we boil those things anyway...
and if I needed prunes....which I don't thank-you

....I would have got some of those too.
And boy you should have seen the dog hair in the canister from when I vacuumed today
Angie and I would love a nice clean carpet....but it ain't gonna happen in our house...not with these dogs...and way too many kids running through with cleats, skateboards, grossed out tennis....through the years....