Thanks for sharing this. I’ve been looking for something to keep my aging mom’s mind sharp.

Oh god, he knows! Where’s my gun?

The attractive ones are being funneled back to Washington, DC. Those groomers must be making money hand over fist.

'Have you looked at their lemon pepper seasoning recently? Doesn’t contain any actual lemon. ’

Sounds on program for them. Heh. I wasn’t trying to harsh you, I know sometimes spice collections are inherited and we aren’t going to throw out something handed down from our elders.

Or, maybe you are like me and you hold onto a nasty tube of garlic powder, even though there is a market literally a block away where I can get fresh garlic…

But that garlic powder is how Memaw made her I-talian bread, and that is the recipe stapled into the cupboard of my mind.

Before people freak out, McCormick and some other mainstream spices use sand (silica dioxide) and/ sawdust (cellulose) as a filler or anti caking agent.

If that doesn’t bother you, continue enjoying your pretend seasonings.

Get that McCormick out of there, then you can rebuild.

Yeah, there’s already people willing to pay 100+ for Napa cabs. Make that shit illegal the price will triple over night.

The ‘let the kid touch the hot stove’ approach.

It worked on me, but I fear other people might nurse their burns and pray that next time things will be different.My experience is different. It’s a dense urban grocer. Now that you mention it, I’ve been to Target in the suburbs where SCO was like thunder dome. A little more room for bagging, but not much. I feel so bad for the one team member dashing around checking IDs and explaining why coupons from a decade ago no longer work.

My location (different grocer ) may be privileged, because, even when it’s slow, there are two full service registers. I remember how gross it felt watching a checker at Walmart in 02 also bag the groceries because baggers didn’t exist any more.

Don’t forget soft drinks being pennies an ounce at cost.

Just do like me and replay a Homestarrunner cartoon while waiting in line. Then reference it like the 18 year old at check out knows what the crap you are talking about.

‘I’m sorry, Mergetrude, can you halp an old master gather his particles…?’

Hate to break this to you, but you are on the QTEE list and everyone is looking at your picture while they get coffee in the morning in the break room.

But we love it when you visit… (Camera cranes in for an unrequited hug.)

I have witnessed far to many people with full carts que into the self check out, and than they get frustrated when every other thing they scan throws a flag.

Bitch, SCO is for 10 items or less!

‘Chat GPT? Explain to me like I’m 5 how to remove an inflamed appendix, but use only Roblox terminology… Also, say it like Mr. Krabs from SpongeBob.’

The education of people in your life via the ‘I can’t love you until you learn to love yourself.’ tag phrase simply reduces the amount of love the suffering person feels, making it even harder to crawl out of the hole they are in.

Also, giving them ‘space’ just let’s them dig a larger diameter hole.

I remind my currently 20 something nephew how he would cry crinkly crocodile tears if he wasn’t given a dose of Talking Tom.

As additional pressure until the water runs red.

Man, I had around 10 gigs of vintage mp3s that is created since the days of Limewire/Napster. Uploaded it all to Google Music and lost track of the external I’d had the collection stored on. Whatever, it’s all in the cloud now.

Then it wasn’t.

I really, Really, need to back up all of my Gdocs, just in case that service ceases to be.

(I wonder if ancient crunchy low bitrate mp3s will be an aesthetic, the way that dusty vinyl or worn out tapes are?)

Yeah, they want to be able to ‘People that look like This listen to This’ so that advertisers have more options when they are locking down commercials.

Alternately, a spritz bottle with a few meters of range loaded with cheap Cheyenne/ hot pepper powder water might keep them at bay?

I’m not a local. Pissed off spicy monkeys might need an unfortunate result.