Okay this is not about eating rye bread or chicken, it's about going to the grocery store and buying rye bread and chicken.
First let's start with the RYE BREAD. I went to the bakery department, and looked for marble rye bread. BUT I didn't realize it was from another store, until I approached a girl from the bakery, and asked if they had this particular marble rye bread. That's when I admitted my error.
But I guess this girl, felt the need to give me a lesson on marble rye bread, since she's the one who does all the ordering.
Any other time, I might have been more patient, but since I spent hours at the hospital with my mom,. I really didn't need this, and I already had picked out another rye bread, which I was holding in my hand.
But still this girl insisted on telling me there is no difference between marble rye bread, and jewish rye marble rye bread, etc..etc.. But I didn't like the latter, because it was too hard. Nothing against the Jewish rye bread.... it was a matter of preference, which I tried to explain to this girl, and again she tried to give me her expert opinion..
Now my patience finally at its limit, so I proceeded to tell her, "I've shopped at this grocery store for sixteen years, and I've never had a dispute over something so ridiculous as RYE BREAD"....
She of course apologized for getting me so upset, but that wasn't until I told her, my mom was in the hospital. And that I was already upset, and didn't need this aggravation over rye bread.
I guess if it had been under different circumstances, I would have been more tolerant of this LIFE'S LESSON, and probably would have laughed at the whole situation.
But on that day, all I wanted to do was SCREAM and shout, and then RUN away from her, and her analogy on RYE BREAD,
Now on to the CHICKEN. Since I was too tired to cook, I bought two roasted cooked chickens and of course some sides of potato salad, and cole slaw and of course the RYE BREAD.
And then I walked up front, and placed my items on a counter, with no light or person at the register. I assumed it was safe to go back and grab the applesauce which I had forgotten.. but not without telling another cashier, that I was leaving my things on the counter behind her. But when I returned, my CHICKENS, along with my other items were gone.
Like an idiot, I walked up and down the aisle searching for my chickens.. and shouting, "where did I leave them", I knew they couldn't have jumped off the counter and run away..lol... then a little voice shouted back, "I have them over here."
They were at the same place I originally left them... only the light was on, a customer was in line, and a cashier, who wasn't there before, was showing me where she placed my chickens. Right next to her, at the register...
But I must say, before that cashier responded to my plea, I thought, I was losing my mind... which isn't hard to do these days....
Comical to say the least, but since I spent four hours at the hospital, And I was really tired, I really didn't need to add this to my already full and emotional plate... wouldn't you agree..
Rye Bread and Chicken, will never be FOREVER YOUNG.