Monday, August 21, 2006

Hobo Brasser

New recurring topic: humor from The Hobo Brasser.

Our new Supermarket near our house has an automatic water mister to keep the produce fresh. Just before it goes on, you hear the Sound of distant thunder and the smell of fresh rain.

When you approach the milk cases, you hear cows mooing and witness the scent of fresh hay.

When you approach the egg case, you hear hens cluck and cackle and the air is filled with the pleasing aroma of bacon and eggs frying.

The veggie department features the smell of fresh buttered corn.

I don't buy toilet paper there any more.

I offer this because, like toilet paper, it's cheap and convenient.
But not always delicate.

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