I've noticed that supermarket topics are regularly covered in various blogs. My contribution is made with the assistance of Robo.

About 8:00pm Tuesday, after Robo, Gruff and I had agreed to a late dinner, we were off to the shops. I needed a few things, Robo needed to get out of the 'No Sex Hotel'. We grabbed some veggies, some meat, some dairy, plus Robo grabbed some Vase. Why? I didn't ask, I don't need to know.

The checkouts were spectacular in their inefficiency that night. Finally we both stacked our items on the conveyer, but I dropped an item on the floor. Of course it was the vaseline. As it traversed the floor, past the 12 waiting customers you could nearly hear Robo cringe. I tried to keep a straight face, but the cheeky smiled persisted. We can look like a pair of queers? I might have imagined it, but the checkout chick seemed to cast a glance of curious dissappointment. The girls do love our Robo.