The Cart-Return Caper: To Return or Not to Return?
The other day, I found myself engaged in a thrilling standoff with a shopping cart return. You know the drill—those metal corrals conveniently located ten miles away from the actual store entrance? Yeah, those.
As I casually abandoned my cart (don’t judge!), a fellow shopper shot me a look that could curdle milk. It was the “you know the rules” look. And I did. But sometimes, friends, a rebel spirit takes hold. Sometimes, the allure of an extra thirty seconds of freedom is just too strong.
So yes, I may linger amongst the leafy greens and contemplate a bell pepper. But I’m not afraid to venture into the seductive aisles of processed goodness. Because balance, my friends, is key. Balance—and the occasional impulse buy.
The Sample Station Shuffle: Navigating the Art of Free Food
Ah, the sample station. A beacon of hope in a sea of indecision. But it comes with its own set of unwritten rules. Thou shalt not make eye contact with the Sample Ninja. Thou shalt pretend to be mildly interested in purchasing the product. And thou shalt never, ever take more than one.
Well, I say phooey to that. I will gaze deeply into the eyes of the Sample Ninja and declare my undying love for their mini quiches. And if the mini quiches are particularly delightful? I may just return for seconds… or thirds. Because life is too short for sample shame.