When I first moved to Pleasanton, the grocery store was called Lucky. Then, through TV spots almost as annoying as the Happy Cow commercials, we learned that Lucky was getting married to Albertson’s, taking the latter’s name. Since then, I have grown to love the Happy Cows, which come from California, and there has apparently been some sort of supermarket connubial dysfunction, as it is now back to Lucky. Anyway, I stopped by Lucky tonight so that Punal and I could have a “grand” (his word; not mine) baking adventure.
Scene: 8:52 PM in front of the dairy section/Mother leading 4-year-old by the hand
The 4-year-old is singing, “La la la,” when she pauses, and announces, “Speaking of giraffes…”
Her mother protests, “But we weren’t speaking of giraffes!”
Awesome.
