Fruit salads and fruit loops

August 10, 2011

Note:  Hyacinth ate my post, so I’m resurrecting a post I wrote for Scary Mommy in April.  In the meantime, get ready for a BlogHer recap–it’s on the way!  XOXO, Jenny

9 p.m., Wednesday, Maison Bean, Jenny’s boudoir. A telephone is ringing.

JB: Oui allô.

Mimi: It’s me again.

JB: I know.

Mimi: I’ve got three things to tell you. One: have you noticed that Moose has a runny nose? Two: Jax has a haircut tomorrow afternoon. Three: There was a sign-up sheet outside of Jax’s class. Something about fruit.

JB: Ohshit. Tomorrowisfriendshipfruitsaladday. I’msupposedtotakegrapes. Wedon’thaveanygrapes.

Jenny jumps off of her bed, pulls out a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt from a pile on the floor and throws them on over her nightgown.

9:15 p.m., the grocery store parking lot. A silver Honda sedan swerves into the parking lot narrowly missing a stray shopping cart. The apparently insane driver stops the car, blows the horn and cusses the buggy.

9:17 p.m., inside the grocery store.

Jenny, a disheveled mom in jeans and a sweatshirt, rushes into the produce section. She walks around in circles for five minutes searching for something. Finally, she spies green seedless grapes. Seeing the grapes are on sale, Jenny jumps in the air and high fives an imaginary produce manager.

“YES!” she says.

Grapes in hand Jenny heads for the wine section where she looks at chardonnay on sale. Jenny picks up a Rodney Strong for $9.99 and heads to the checkout. She is beginning to feel good about life again.

9:24 p.m., the grocery store checkout.

Jenny looks around confused. Two checkout lines are open and the u-scan.

Jenny loathes the u-scan. If she has to scan her own groceries, she wants a discount. She stands in line behind a woman making a very large purchase. Most of the woman’s groceries are bagged. Her transaction will be completed soon.

Jenny begins reading the tabloids. Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes are being destroyed by an FBI probe. Allegations of slavery and misdeeds have been lodged. Jenny wonders why poor Katie ever married Tom and becomes engrossed in their steamy saga.

9:35, the grocery store checkout.

Jenny finishes reading the Hollywood trash, shakes her head and remembers she’s in line at the grocery buying grapes and wine. She looks up. The cashier is scanning a very large pile of coupons.

Irritated, Jenny begins tapping her foot. She looks at the customer’s back and tries to bore a hole with her stare. The customer refuses to turn around and meet Jenny’s stare. Clearly, the customer is accustomed to ignoring angry looks.

The cashier finally tallies the sale.

The customer has a qualm with the amount.

“Of course,” Jenny mutters.

A manager is called. Jenny is beginning to fulminate. She looks around. The u-scan is crowded and other line has grown even longer.

The manager arrives and tells the cashier that only 20 coupons are eligible for double coupon savings.

The cashier begins counting the number of coupons.

“There are a helluva a lot more than 20 in that pile,” Jenny says.

The customer and the cashier ignore Jenny, and the cashier continues counting the coupons. There are 46.

“See. I told you,” Jenny says.

The customer, oblivious to the inconvenience she is causing, instructs the cashier to remove all items that are not eligible for double coupons from the sale and to remit the unused coupons.

Jenny lets out an agonized groan and moves to the u-scan where she waits in line for eight minutes.

9:54 p.m., the u-scan.

Trying to restore her faith in humanity, Jenny adds a last minute item to her purchase—a Reese’s. The transaction takes exactly one minute and 15 seconds.

As she is leaving, Jenny notices the coupon customer and the cashier still haggling things out. Then she sees the manager.

“You’ve got some real crazies in here this evening,” Jenny says.

The manager looks pointedly at the hem of the Jenny’s sweatshirt. “Indeed,” she says.

Jenny looks down and notices that her pink nightgown is hanging out from underneath her sweatshirt.

It just isn’t her day.

{ 9 comments… read them below or add one }

Melinda August 11, 2011 at 11:28 am

I can so imagine that, though I’m getting sucked in by the headline that Jennifer Aniston is pregnant! Hope you enjoyed that wine!

LILLIANNA August 11, 2011 at 11:54 am

OH JB Girl..I can actually visualize that whole episode..especially YOU with your Nighty hanging out! Only a Bean! OH, and of course the Wine purchase..we all have our priorities!

Patricia August 11, 2011 at 12:23 pm

Just think how horrible it would have been had you not been able to escape to those supermarket tabloids. I’ll be that after that woman settled with the manager on the amount, she then dug around in her purse, pulled out a checkbook and s-l-o-w-l-y began to write her check.

Great post!

Jenn August 11, 2011 at 1:02 pm

Minnie: Jennifer Anniston is PREGNANT?!

Lilli: No kidding. Typical.

Patricia: I never considered that it have been worse! I loathe checkbbooks and think they should be outlawed!

Kristi August 11, 2011 at 2:22 pm

Next time take the little beans with you for the check-out line. Speeds them up every time, but you already knew that I’m sure!

ps – Cupcake chardonnay – my new fave!

Wendy August 11, 2011 at 3:50 pm

Was it a Eileen West night gown?

Jenn August 11, 2011 at 4:50 pm

Kristi: Cupcake chardonnay! Sounds like it’s taking care of TWO addictions.

Wendy: Damn straight, girl!

Kid Id August 11, 2011 at 8:24 pm

I remember reading this on Scary Mommy! Not sure I put two and two together back then – although now that I think of it, that may be how I found you in the first place! I found it hysterical back then and I find it just as hysterical now! Glad you reposted it!

Mrs.Wonder August 12, 2011 at 6:34 pm

Oh man,the late-night run. Mine never go uncompleted without impulse ice cream!

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