I think I kind of got kicked out of a store on Tuesday. You be the judge.
On my lunch hour that day, all I wanted was something sweet after my two spicy chicken soft tacos at Taco Bell. Funny how spicy food does that to me. Or salty food. Or a glass of water.
I got three Project Yellow pictures, and some weird looks from an elderly couple, within five minutes of pulling into the new Market Street grocery parking lot. Note the man’s head at the bottom of the mirror picture.
Because I have zero self-control when it comes to sharing photos, the entire series appears here in this easy-to-digest post.
Speaking of food, it was those dang mustard bottles that got me in trouble. I was happily — but apparently not inconspicuously — snapping condiment close-ups when I heard a woman’s voice say, “Sir, may I help you find something?”
The good news is, she took me directly to the yogurts. I felt a little odd, though, when she led me all the way to the checkout. It’s probably good that she wasn’t wearing a yellow hair clip or yellow earrings. Otherwise, one of you reading this might be posting bail for me right now.


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