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I don't know about you...but I have 2 kids and one of the very last places I want to take them with me to is the grocery store. This is probably a cool third on my list of places I don't want them with me at...first being the gynecologist and second being my waxing appt...well...today, I had to go to the grocery store...we were basically about to embark on a week of Chicken Noodle Soup and Cocoa Krispies...so...it's Sunday...the day of rest. The day I refuse to shower on. Yep. Not gonna do it. I am not opposed to clean underwear and a bra...so, I do a quick change and we are out...of course, the oldest one has to ask me if I am really going out of the house like that...and my response, as usual, is that I am and I am hoping we run into his entire class on some random field trip that he wasn't invited on. This usually causes him to sigh loudly and mentally add it to the list of things he hates me for. Good thing he is only 9. I still have plenty of years ahead of me to embarrass him!! Anyway...we are off...my trip to the grocery store requires a stop at Starbucks first. I wish I could say that this was a natural progression...that I pass Starbucks on the way. But I don't. In fact, I went to the Starbucks further from my house, because it has the drive thru. Yes. That might be one of the dumbest things I do...but recall if you will...it is a. COLD and b. Sunday...the day without shower. Do I really need the good people at Starbucks to be subjected to my dirty hair and yesterdays mascara? 2 weeks ago, I stumbled in there after my sleepover at Lola's house, wearing my really comfy fleece jammies...red with cute little snowmen on them...and a sweatshirt. I am pretty sure the good folks at Starbucks considered an intervention before I left...but I was allowed to leave without one...Anyway...yes. I drove around my ass to get to my sf/ff vanilla latte. On the way there, we passed a grocery store. Oh. I thought, I could shop there...the only problem is, about a year ago, I was shopping there...and admittedly, I had not taken my Paxil in a few days...so my patience was non-existent...but I get in a line that was as long as all of the others...and start unloading my cart. I look up and no shit, the cashier was...(searching for the politically correct term, here...) uh...how do you say...retarded. So. I look around and notice that I had stumbled into a parallel universe, where 5 out of 7 of the people working the cash registers were of the same situation. Those without a clear handicap, were just plain ugly. Yeah. I know. This is bitchy...what ever...So...it was right there, that I had to promise myself never to go back to that store again. And until today, I held true to my word. But here we are...the thing with this particular store is that they have a "babysitter" in the store...you can leave your kids with this lady and shop without having to police your buggy for random cookies and candy and what ever else your kids throw in there...so I was faced with a dilemma. Go to this one...unload the kids and shop in peace...but run the risk of the continued employment of the handicapped workers...or go to the other grocery store...and deal with the kids? You can see my moral dilemma. I elected the first choice and unloaded the kids...Yes. at the end of my shopping, I was lucky enough to get in the line where not only the cashier but the bagger were both handicapped...oddly enough...it was fine. Blame it on the Lexapro...