tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145139832011-04-21T22:11:58.448-07:00yoursomeonenoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14513983.post-1121807858811753352005-07-19T14:17:00.000-07:002005-07-19T14:17:38.816-07:00Went grocery shopping at The George W. Bush Megamart this morning and since the store wasn't too crowded, I felt relaxed and shopped at a leisurely pace. In produce, a cute tattooed, goateed young man asked me which of the greens were parsley. I pointed out the herb in question and joked, "What are you doing shopping for parsley if you don't even know what it looks like?" He gave me a funny look and said sort of defensively, "I know what it looks like ... there's just so many ... green things here." And then he chuckled. Oh if I were about 10 years younger and single. I would have told him my risque parsley joke. Romance in the produce section. Swoon.And then when I was nearly done shopping, just going through the last few aisles, I felt weak, shaky and slightly nauseous. Panic attack? Or was it fumes from the cleaning products? The last time it happened it was in/near the cleaning product aisle. I think must have a reaction to the combination of fumes in that aisle. Once I got to the checkout lanes, I felt a little better. Maybe I should wear a Michael Jackson surgical mask when I shop.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14513983-112180785881175335?l=foodeez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>yoursomeonenoreply@blogger.com