Sunday, September 20, 2009

Weirdness Afoot

Today was just one of those days where, you think you're done with the weirdness, but no - there's more out there and it's coming to a theater near you. Or the Food Avenue at Target.

It started out fairly innocuously - a woman wearing one purple Croc, one yellow Croc. Sure, somedays you just feel like a yellow shoe and a purple shoe.

Then, the skater boy, and his girlfriend with several small piercings across her collarbone, ordered four soft pretzels and six tubs of nacho cheese... for themselves... which they preceded to consume in roughly 83 seconds. Um, they may be just trying to curb the munchies, but I just don't think that kind of dough and cheese binge is going to end well...

Then a girl (probably my age?) showed up with a chin beard. An entire triangle of long hair growing out from underneath her chin. Not a few stray hairs, a full patch. And she had unusually broad shoulders.

By this point, I was ready to call it a day. But no - we still had to deal with a salad debacle, wherein, somehow all of our pre-made salads had to be pulled from the display case because the labels (on the outside packaging) were making people sick. The LABELS. THE LABELS!!!!!!

Are people eating the packaging?

Are people peeling the labels off the plastic and adding it to the salad as some sort of add-in?

How did the Target corporation determine that it was in fact, the labels, that are making people sick and not one of the other variables (like say the shoddy ingredients or questionable production standards or 17 year old minimum wage worker who's texting while cutting the lettuce)?

Are the labels burrowing through the plastic and infecting the lettuce with some sort of ink poisoning?

Seriously, this was my day. Weirdness everywhere. LABELS!

Tasty food, yes... but beware the label!


Brooklet September 21, 2009 at 10:58 AM  

I'd bet anything that all of those people live on Whidbey Island.

historygirlie September 21, 2009 at 7:55 PM  

You are making me freakishly check my chin/neck for whiskers.

That creeps me out. I can't handle that one random whisker, but an entire beard? Lady...get that fixed.

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