I've received several emails...confessions from people who have bought these apples...are now addicted...and will shamelessly be spending their hard earned cash on this pricey fruit until they thankfully disappear out of the stores.
I went to HEB yesterday. When I arrived at the full service check out line the boy behind the cash register said he and the sacker were playing a little game.
So...the game went like this...
The lady with the groceries, the checker, and the sacker all place bets on how much the groceries will cost. The one closest to the correct wager once the groceries are rung up...wins!
Sign me up!
I love a challenge, people.
They got to each ask a couple questions before proceeding with check out...questions that would help them predict the cost of my groceries.
Of course...those amateurs...asked if I had meat.
They wanted to know how much beef.
I told them how many packages...
They seemed impressed with my lack of concern for my health...
I felt guilty...so then I told them that I'm anemic...so I've been eating beef...a lot of it.
I had to tell them I was anemic, because telling people I'm anemic is my favorite thing to do these days.
I use my anemia for all sorts of excuses...
I can't clean out my car.
I can't match the socks.
It flares my anemia right up.
I can't go to Wal-Mart.
I'm anemic...what if I get weak in there...and have to live in the fabric department?
No one wants that.
So after I told the checker and bagger I was anemic...and that I had beef...
They locked in their guesses on this showcase showdown.
But they didn't know I had a secret weapon.
They count as meat.
They are as expensive as buying steaks.
When I set my bag of honey up on the flat, black escalator, that checker and bagger didn't see what hit them...
In yo face, checkah.
I left HEB a winner.