Overheard tonight as I was being waited on by a young man at the deli counter inside my local Foodtown:
Woman Behind Me: Hey, Bobby. Howya doin?
Bobby (deli guy): Great. Only two weeks left here.
Woman: Why? Where ya goin'?
Bobby: To the Ocean Township store. No more deli counter for me.
Woman: Why?
Bobby: Ocean store's gotta opening in The Cheese Shop.
Woman: Why can'tcha do that here?
Bobby /quickly pointing with his chin to the cheese section about 25 feet away/: No openings. The Cheese Lady won't budge.
Woman: Too bad.
For a minute, I almost got high thinking that The CheeseMistress might actually be working in the supermarket I visit every other day. But that'd be one helluva commute for her. Not possible.
I guess it's just one of the Mistress' kindred spirits.
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