bucket o' stuff. "America is my country and Paris is my hometown" - Gertrude Stein

whenever someone is buying something embarrassing or a collection of things that give you an impression their life is lame (like lots of cat food and a box of wine) it always happens that they have to do a price check and then everyone in the store knows.

well, my groceries tonight were actually somewhat well-rounded (as opposed to the lady in front of me buying ice cream bars and a six pack of beer) but of course when they get to the ONE little ice cream pint they have to do a price check. and it’s not like in america where they do it over the speaker (no that would be too efficiant for france, duh) the checkout girl like asks her manager/coworker whatever to go back to the section to find the price. so then he comes running back saying something like “oh depends on the flavor.” so then I have to dig through the bag I already put it away in to find it and announce to everyone that yes! in fact, it is chocolate chip cookie dough!

it’s not really that embarrassing but still it felt like one of those sitcom moments.