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Sunday, May 27th, 2007Yesterday I needed to get a fruit basket as a thank you gift for the host of a bridal shower. I stopped in Citarella’s looking for the elusive fruit basket.
Mass chaos - no fruit baskets to be found
I decided that I’d get a cup of coffee instead and leave.
At this point I’m near the exit and there is a line of shoppers with carts running down into the aisle. I walked up to a man and asked if he would move his cart so I could get back to the coffee near the entrance of the store.
He turns to me and says, “No, I’m a very busy man.”
I’m not entirely sure what exactly that has to do with moving a cart to let me slide through.
My solution: walk out the exit and walk back in the entrance.
As I was leaving I noticed another man with ~six shopping carts full of food. I guess he thought he ordered on FreshDirect because he was becoming irate when he found out he actually had to stand on line to check out all the items.
- Still looking for my fruit basket