So here I am, walking through the grocery store and minding my own business. Somewhere, I know there to be a BOGO deal on potatoes, so I'm here on a mission. I found my potatoes, grabbed two bags and headed for the registers. They're a bit on the busy side, so I walk over to the service desk to see if there's anyone there. Nope, no luck. Not a big deal- I can wait in line with the best of 'em! I pass some registers with their associated lines, and catch a whiff of human urine. Ugh- keep walking. I found a safe register with a relatively short line, and the nice lady in front of me placed the spiffy red divider thing on the belt so I didn't even have to hold my 10lb of potatoes!
Now I'm minding my own business with my store discount card and wallet at the ready...and someone comes up behind me in line. The smell comes back. Uh-oh, this can't be good. I take a quick look; not to be judgmental, but due to his appearance (not to mention the immediate return of the distinct urine odor), I'm quite sure he's the one to blame. He then bumps me with his shopping cart- probably purely accidental, but I decided that this moment must be documented for posterity. As I'm holding my phone in one hand and my wallet in the other, I'm able to sneakily take a photo before it's my turn at the register. Fortunately, the rest of my trip was uneventful. I paid for my stuff and walked away, leaving my fellow shopper apparently unaware of the fact that he had been immortalized in binary by my Palm Centro.
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Now I'm minding my own business with my store discount card and wallet at the ready...and someone comes up behind me in line. The smell comes back. Uh-oh, this can't be good. I take a quick look; not to be judgmental, but due to his appearance (not to mention the immediate return of the distinct urine odor), I'm quite sure he's the one to blame. He then bumps me with his shopping cart- probably purely accidental, but I decided that this moment must be documented for posterity. As I'm holding my phone in one hand and my wallet in the other, I'm able to sneakily take a photo before it's my turn at the register. Fortunately, the rest of my trip was uneventful. I paid for my stuff and walked away, leaving my fellow shopper apparently unaware of the fact that he had been immortalized in binary by my Palm Centro.
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woot!