I’ve been busy. Busy skinning things [interpret that however you want], moving things, and generally doing things that aren’t all Facebook Game Related. Busy in general.

That’s not exactly the point of this, though, so…lemme get to it.

I had to take a break from all the busy tonight because we’d both run out of soda, which pretty much means we go in, get soda, then check out the sales on other things we might need. Tonight’s ‘might need’ included cereal, which was on a very confusing sale. It said mix and match, but that doesn’t always mean across entire brands, even though it seemed like it might. So I had to ask.

Luckily, we got one of the friendlier, reasonably functional checkout people. He greeted us, asking how I was, and how Gremlin’s knee was, all while ringing up our stuff.

“Oh, hey,” I interrupted. “That cereal thing–”

“You’re wondering if it’ll come off? It will, at the end.”

“Yeah. I wasn’t sure if the Mix&Match applied to everything we got, since you need five to get it, and it was a little confusing, what with the $2. and the $1.50….”

He assured me that it was all the same sale, and finished with something to the point of, “Your dad raised you to be smart.”

“Actually, that was my mom,” slipped out before I caught the implication of his gesture that went with the statement.

See, he’d motioned to Gremlin.

“Oh, no. We’re not related.”

There was a bit more conversation — mostly about Gremlin’s work, and the Kindle, and how this guy’s sister had shown him something like that. Everything came off at the end, and we saved quite a bit. Which, of course, is all manufactured to make me feel good about shopping there, but, goddamnit, I don’t care.

After we left the store, I just had to ask: “So, does that mean that I look really young, that you look really old, or that we’re just really creepy together?”

…and then, we packed the groceries into the backpacks, and got the hell out of there before the shitty stinkmobile that passed us on the way in [and promptly died after leaving the Checker Auto Parts parking lot] could blow up, killing the two drunken-idiot college students who must’ve lost a bet to have ended up with it.

I don’t know if that last part happened, actually, but it sure smelled like it was going to. I swear, it’d already consumed every bit of oil and rubber contained in it by the time we’d gotten out, not to mention possibly three of six…whatever they ares in the engine.

Anyway, back to your regularly scheduled internet….