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Thursday, December 15, 2005
Apologies for the light posting. Right on schedule, I've come down with my winter sinus infection. (In case you like to know these things in advance, the summer variant usually arrives between the Fourth of July and Labor Day).
Mr. Nearing escorted me to the supermarket and pharmacy last night because I was in no shape to drive. Mr. N. and I rarely food shop together because our shopping styles are extremely incompatible. He's the fastidious browser, methodically inventorying the contents of every aisle. I take the supermarket sweepstakes approach. I know what I want, I know where it is, and get out of my way.
So I was reduced to following behind Mr. N., staying back a few paces so I wouldn't ride up on the heels of his shoes when he'd make sudden stops.
Just as I was wondering if it would look too weird (it was 8 pm) for me to put on my sunglasses because the fluorescent lights were making my eyeballs scream, I realized Mr. N. was studying a container with the intensity of an archeologist who had just unearthed some breakthrough piece of evidence.
Yes, it was a jar of Bad Byron's Butt Rub seasonings.
Have we ever used Butt Rub seasonings? No. Would we ever use Butt Rub seasonings? Probably not. Nonetheless, to Mr. N., this was a great discovery.
I put on my sunglasses. There were only three more aisles to go.
Posted by Grace Nearing at 12:38 AM