Grocery shopping was hell. Apparently, everyone goes grocery shopping at 3 PM on Sunday. There are plenty of items I glance over in the checkout line, like this week's Weekly World News
, which had a headline on the cover about aliens settling in San Francisco. But this item took the cake:
Who the hell is this desparate?
"Hey baby, got a light?"
"Yeah, and it's GOT MY NUMBER ON IT! Call me sometime?"