Thursday, July 16, 2009
Stewart's Potato Salad
True Story. Verbatim.
I had a carb craving last night.
It's 11pm, and I drove down to Stewart's on Fairview and Greene to get a small container of potato salad.
(Three years ago, I wouldn't have even eaten mayonnaise, but now after living in Hudson, it's like, 'Live a little, Trix'.)
I'm in there, I grab the container, and there's some young guy behind the counter and some other young guy customer, and there's some minor altercation. No big whoop. I'm too concerned with the amount of calories in the potato salad and trying to find a small bag of BAKED Lays potato chips and a diet coke.
I mean, I couldn't eat FRIED potato chips at 11pm, no.....that's too much....too crazy.
Baked chips....small bag...I have limits.
Anyway, the other guy leaves and it's just me and the counter clerk, who looks like he's 23, maybe...
As I'm paying for my carbs, he says to me,
"I'd lose my job."
"What?" I had no idea what he was talking about.
"That guy - he wanted to buy cigarettes."
"And he didn't have an ID. I mean, I'd lose my job and get fined $5,000."
"Oh, really? hmmm...So, you have to check everyone's ID before they buy cigarettes?"
"No, only if they look under 30. Like, for instance, if YOU wanted to buy cigarettes, I wouldn't ID you."
"Dude, I didn't mean it that way, it's not like you're forty or something."
I turned, gave a Bea Arthur stare, and walked away....
I'm going to see my hair colorist tomorrow.