"I am going to be there between 9:30 PM and 10:00 PM tonight as I am running late," my father told me over the phone this late afternoon.
"Okay," I replied apprehensively.
Well, 9:30 turned to 10:30 then it turned to 11:30 before my father finally showed up. I was already going to bed, but he insisted that I don some more clothes so we could get my groceries.
"You've got to be starving," he told me.
And I was...
Oh, what I do for the man.
I absolutely abhor those self-checkout lanes if your have more than just a few groceries. At 10 PM they close the regular lanes. We managed to get all my groceries through one of those lines.
We then got some large Wendy's frosties and a burger for me. I ate mine on the drive back to Kroger. We left my car and returned so I could drive home. Dad had to make a deposit at the bank just down the road from Wendy's.
What's that loud booming sound from a car I now hear? Mating call. There must be a teen aged daughter who lives on the street.
I did see our Jermaine tonight. He was overseeing a price check on sugar-free Koolaid which made me chuckle. Whoever runs the ethos has a sense of humor.
I got some different things tonight. I got vanilla ice cream instead of the pies. We'll see how that goes. I also got some Michael Angelo frozen Italian meals which are $4.99 belying the $2.99 of Marie's meals. I did not keep up with the cost tonight.
2 comments:
What's your father doing that he has to come so late?
I honestly don't know glittermom. I was afraid to ask.
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