After I dropped off my kids this morning, I checked on my friends house and fed her cat. After that I ran through the list of things I wanted to do before noon today. Get cat food and cereal, make two phone calls, work on a writing assignment and exercise – check, check, check. So I stopped at the store on my way home and did my nomral route in the store – produce aisle to cereal ailse, meat department, then circle round for milk, eggs and butter …
But today they moved the butter.
Dear Shoprite – today you moved the butter. When you do that, you force people like me to find a person to help them find the butter. This morning that inquiry lead me into an aisle that I rarely visit. I have worked hard over the years to ingore the cookies, to pass by the Milanos and Oreos without a glance because they are delicious and irresistible to a girl like me. My kids ask for them but I never go down aisle 14. But today you moved the butter.
So I came home today with a bag of Milano and no cat food.