We rarely go to Fred Meyer, but last night, we needed some corned beef and rye bread, which our regular grocery store doesn't carry. While we were pulling into the parking lot, this is the exchange Gary and I had:
Gary: (sigh) Fred Meyer is just too big to be convenient.
Jody: Unless you need fixin's for a Reuben!
Gary: And tent stakes.
Later, in the store, I was picking out oranges when I heard Gary say to himself:
"Oh hey! A ginormous line is called a pomelo."
I looked over my shoulder and saw him looking at the pomelos, which I explained to him are actually like grapefruit. In reply, he simply picked up a lime and held it next to the pomelos. Then he gave me a dirty look.
Gary: (sigh) Fred Meyer is just too big to be convenient.
Jody: Unless you need fixin's for a Reuben!
Gary: And tent stakes.
Later, in the store, I was picking out oranges when I heard Gary say to himself:
"Oh hey! A ginormous line is called a pomelo."
I looked over my shoulder and saw him looking at the pomelos, which I explained to him are actually like grapefruit. In reply, he simply picked up a lime and held it next to the pomelos. Then he gave me a dirty look.