All I have to say is that it's a good thing I was wearing my Snoopy panties today. The ones with "Snoopy" in bubble letters across my behind. The ones I could have tossed out after I turned 30.
It's a good thing. Because otherwise I might have been desperately embarrassed upon finding out I was walking through Kroger (I really have to stay out of that store) with my little gray skirt tucked into the back of them.
But I did have on my Snoopy panties. So that made it all good.
I was wondering why that old man seemed to have the exact same produce list as I did. And why he was so damn happy about it.