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FRESH, FRESH, FRESH - LOCAL, LOCAL, LOCAL - WILLY, WILLY WILLY.
Ma duke's lives up the street from the Co-Op; so after dropping off some stuff @ her place I remembered that I need french bread and a 1/2 gallon of 2% milk myself.
So, I stroll in and walk around to see what there is to see as I haven't been here in a minute. I locate my desired goods plus a bottle of pear sparkling wine and I check out. She asks if I'm a member, I say, "no, actually just stopped in as my Mother lives in the area."
She gives me the total, I give her the cash. I receive my change.
...and a look. I look at my 3 items and then I look at her. She looks at the 3 items and then she looks at me.
"Oh do you need a bag?"
"uuhh, YES. Please..."
She 'rummages' behind her and pulls out a Trader Joe's bag. Looks good to me; bag it up.
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Look Lady... I know I'm not a member. I didn't ride my bike here, I drove and gawd forbid I did NOT bring in my own cloth/reusable grocery sac... I made a pit stop into your place of business b/c it was close and my Mother comes here.
Give a Dame a break, smile and who knows, you may get one of 'my kind' in there again.
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