Just got back from the grocery store, where I almost had a heart attack. I looked and looked and looked and couldn't find the Mrs. T's Pierogies anywhere!!! Dear God - the party was doomed!! I hunted down a store employee who looked at me like I was from Mars, and I guess she was concerned that I might become violent, so she called in the manager. After a few tense moments of me trying to explain to these Southerners what exactly I was looking for, the manager asked if I had checked the ethnic foods aisle. I had not. I guess where I come from pierogies aren't ethnic, but that's where I ended up finding them. Crisis averted...
T-minus 6 1/2 hours to go...
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