Narrator: After church last Sunday, Todd and Kelly were shopping for groceries at Piggly Wiggly. They were buying all the usual items, until something unexpected happened. No one could have been prepared for what followed...
T: Well, it looks like we're ready to check out.
K: Is there anything else you need?
T: Oh yeah! I almost forgot! A frozen pizza.
K: A frozen pizza? You never get frozen pizzas. Why are you getting one?
T: Because they're yummy! (T makes his way to the frozen isle of the store.) We can eat it tomorrow night when we watch Gilmore Girls.
K: Interesting. We should get beer.
T: Ok.
[end scene]
Narrator: Well, they didn't get beer just then. They wanted to sit on this for a day. You know, really think it over. But the next evening they found themselves back at Piggly Wiggly, getting the goods.
K: (Walking to the check-out) This is awkward.
T: Do you see anyone we know? I hope no one sees us.
[end scene]
That's right, folks. Todd and Kelly bought beer. It was weird. But this made it worse: when we were in the check out line--after I showed my ID--the check-out lady looks at Kelly and asks for her ID. Was it with her? No. She left her purse in the car. So as Kelly was hobbling out to the parking lot, I was left stranded in Piggly Wiggly with a 6-pack of Rolling Rock and a very angry line of customers behind me. We left the store humiliated, but with beer nevertheless.
The rest of the night was fun, though. Kelly and I made our delicious DiGiornos's Pepperoni Rising Crust pizza. We chowed down as we worked on a Coca-Cola puzzle (which Kelly's mom gave me for Christmas) and watched an entire disc of Gilmore Girls: Season 1. It was a blast.
We finished the puzzle, too. I was going to post a picture, but I forgot. I guess I could have taken a picture of the tin the puzzle came in, but strangely it doesn't accurately portray the actual puzzle.
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Ahhh!!! That stupid "we must look at everyone's ID" rule in WI has annoyed us too. Once, we had walked to Pig and on the way out decided to get a cheap bottle of wine. But my ID was at home. So we couldn't buy it. And I left feeling scummy, even though I had done nothing wrong. So annoying. Like I look and act so underage. What kind of teenage drunk wears a wedding ring and buys one bottle of wine along with feta cheese? Come on people. *Rant is complete.*
In other comments, you are so weird, you Gilmore Girls watching, puzzle completing, beer drinking weirdo.
Whew. I'm done
Just wondering if all stores have an "isle of frozen" or just stores in Wisconsin (& maybe Illinois).
In Minnesota, I'm pretty sure we have aisles in all of our grocery stores.
I think what anonymous means is "ha ha, Todd can't spell."
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