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June 3, 2016
A Whole Foods Clerk’s All-Store Announcement for a Lost Husband
Then a woman offered him brownie samples that tasted like sunscreen
and since they were free he had twelve miniature cups of blackberry-hibiscus chia drink that looked like frogspawn while another woman offered him fermented cod liver oil pills that cost the same as a Playstation. Another nice lady in a white hat was offering small cups of toe-food curry which sounded gnarly, but he tried the toad-food anyway and liked it, but then he started to feel guilty realizing there is a whole subculture of freeloading snackers that no one is talking about and it’s a serious problem! - - McSweeney’s
Posted by gerardvanderleun at June 3, 2016 8:16 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.
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In today's economy, it's called "Dining Out".
Posted by: Vermont Woodchuck at June 3, 2016 11:52 AM