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Specifically to get Salsa Verde Doritoes, which are unfindable in NYC for some reason.
Got some bread, as per my mother's request. Arnold's bread, but it's Oroweat here. It's always strange to me when brands have different names in different parts of the country. My mother laughs at the Hellman's slogan - "Bring out the Hellman's and bring out the best!" because, apparently, it used to be Best mayonaisse down South.
The girls woke up late, so I thought a late lunch, but shopping always takes longer than you think, so we bought sandwiches there. I had to bribe Ana with chips to eat her five bites, but I figured that once in a blue moon, if I get the bribe in before the tantrum, it's okay. A very nice woman ran off to get the chips for us - and paid for them before I could! I thanked her profusely for that :)
The cashiers bagged my groceries and were quite shocked to hear that at home, baggers don't do that for you if you bring your own bag. (They just kinda stare at you as though to hurry you along. Really annoying.) And they both commented that I "don't have a New York accent" (as did a woman at the pool yesterday).
Very interesting - I'd thought my oddness of accent was more noticeable in the city than out of it, but three people (two cashiers) in two days is a bit much! (Especially nowadays. I wonder if people are more polite now, or more polite *to me* now, or if my accent is more normal now. No way to know, I think.)
Got some bread, as per my mother's request. Arnold's bread, but it's Oroweat here. It's always strange to me when brands have different names in different parts of the country. My mother laughs at the Hellman's slogan - "Bring out the Hellman's and bring out the best!" because, apparently, it used to be Best mayonaisse down South.
The girls woke up late, so I thought a late lunch, but shopping always takes longer than you think, so we bought sandwiches there. I had to bribe Ana with chips to eat her five bites, but I figured that once in a blue moon, if I get the bribe in before the tantrum, it's okay. A very nice woman ran off to get the chips for us - and paid for them before I could! I thanked her profusely for that :)
The cashiers bagged my groceries and were quite shocked to hear that at home, baggers don't do that for you if you bring your own bag. (They just kinda stare at you as though to hurry you along. Really annoying.) And they both commented that I "don't have a New York accent" (as did a woman at the pool yesterday).
Very interesting - I'd thought my oddness of accent was more noticeable in the city than out of it, but three people (two cashiers) in two days is a bit much! (Especially nowadays. I wonder if people are more polite now, or more polite *to me* now, or if my accent is more normal now. No way to know, I think.)
