Shopping

An essential part of cooking is shopping. He who does not shop does not cook. Thus, I am compelled to share our most recent shopping adventure with our faithful readers (most of whom I sent this to in an email, so they'll be bored). As a warning, I spent all today inside pretending to get some work done, so this shopping trip this evening was my first interaction with anyone besides Ryan (who was actually working all day) and Mobius (who was sleeping all day). Hence, you may not be nearly as amused by this as I have been. We went to Albertsons because milk and boneless skinless chicken tenders (we've switched from chicken breasts to chicken tenders because we almost always cut the chicken into small pieces before cooking, so there's less cutting involved with tenders and there's less fat to trim off of them as well, not to mention that they go on sale for the same price as chicken breasts) were on sale--okay, really because it's the closest grocery store to our house and those items being on sale was just an excuse to go. We got to the refrigerated section and a kid was mopping the floor (late high school age, probably) and didn't want us to walk across it, so he offered to get stuff for us. This is how the conversation went:

Kid: "What do you want?"
Me: "Milk and whipped cream." (Don't call it "squirty." Don't call it "squirty." This was actually more difficult than one might think!)
Kid: "What kind of milk?"
Me: "Skim...the..." and I try to point.
Kid: "The organic kind?"
Me: "No, the kind that's on sale 10 for 10."
Kid: "Viva?"
Me: "No, Albertsons" (duh, that's the one on sale).
Kid: "A gallon?" as the bright yellow 10 for $10 tag is glaring at him from the half gallons.
Me: "No, half gallon."
Kid: "How many?"
Me: "What's the date?"
Kid: Incredulously: "The date?!?"
Me: "Printed on the milk."
Kid: "Oh....Ocotober 29"
Me: "Today's the...19th...okay, two, please."
Kid brings them over across his nicely mopped floor (why his shoes were clean enough and mine were not, I have no idea!)
Kid: "What else?"
Me: "Whipped cream--the kind that squirts." (Ha! Not "squirty.")
Kid: "Albertsons?" (since I want Albertsons milk so badly, I must want Albertsons whipped cream, too).
Me: "I think Meadow Gold is usually cheaper...."
Kid: looking at Meadow Gold "$2.73." Clearly, I have the price of the Albertsons whipped cream, which I apparently don't want, memorized so as to compare it with the Meadow Gold price, which I do not seem to have memorized.
Me: "Okay." Whatever, kid. Maybe you'll learn to shop someday.