Fishnets and Vodka (Grocery Love)
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“Clean-up on aisle nine.” A nasally voice interrupted the low drone of soft rock tunes that I was humming along with. “Can we get a clean-up on aisle nine, immediately please.” The second time around, the voice on the intercom spoke louder, enunciating each and every syllable.
Simmer down, I thought to myself. What’s the urgency at eleven o’clock in the evening on a weeknight? I wandered down the chip aisle, running my hands along the cool plastic bags filled with cheese and salt dusted delights. I could hear a commotion on the next aisle over and considered checking it out….