I know I wow you all with stories of dog doo, my exploits of staying awake past 11pm, and my
fear of Walmart employees smoking beside the propane machine, but I have news for you.
Apparently, I am LOADED.
And not loaded off of
Skinny Girl Sangria. No, my dear friends, not THAT good kind of loaded.
I mean, I clearly must make huge bank. Be rolling in dough. I think I should be wiping my butt with twoonies. Hell, twenties.
Why, you ask?
Because I can afford THIS:
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| My sexy thumb, for scale. And I think that is mothereffing barley which has gluten. |
What's that you say?
"What's the big deal?"
Well... in my foolish attempt to secure a low-cost meal option at the grocery store, I decided to get the medium size of bean salad. Thinking it was sold by the size (like the horrendous greasy potato wedges I ALSO ate), I picked the middle of the road.
AND WAS HORRIFIED when I saw the label right before I was rung through the cash.
BEANS ARE HEAVY.
I am sure your bowels can agree with me on this one. So when sold by the weight...
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| What, is there Grey Poupon in there or something? WTF? |
Seriously?
REALLY? For bean salad (with or without a fancy name label)?
SERIOUSLY?
F_ck.
All I could think of was this:
Talk about brilliant marketing. Add some vinegar, olive oil, and salad counter leftovers, and mark the price up TEN TIMES. I assumed once it was scooped and labelled it was mine, so I didn't ask her to put it back.
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| I even had all the f_cking ingredients at home.You know, except for the effort part. |
So don't hate.
Also? Don't order the large unless you are having Cristal champagne and having your driver take you home in your Rolls Royce/Hummer limousine hybrid.
Seriously.
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