The new entertainment experience
Today we hit a new grocery store, the SUPER Stop and Shop. Not the Super, the SUPER. This store was so fricking huge that when we got inside the door, I looked at those hoveround carts longingly. If we ever go back again, I'm using one of those babies.
This store has a Staples, a bank, a pharmacy, a bakery, and practically every food item ever made around the world. Seriously, the international aisle was two aisles long, both sides. They had food from Malta. Who even knew Malta had it's own cuisine?
We chose this store because we had to buy a lot of stuff for the Girl to take to camp. She needed enough stuff to make the trip worthwhile. We got all the accoutrements for her hair and body care, but what she was most interested in were batteries, disposable cameras, and candy. Lots and lots of candy. Enormous amounts of candy.
See, in camp, candy is like money. You can buy and sell your friends with candy. You can entice people to do what you want with candy. The kid with the most candy is the popular kid. OK, candy in most camps isn't allowed. But for some bizarre reason, this camp has no ban on candy. So instead of smuggling in small amounts of gum and candy, we bought out the store. The Girl likes weird candy to begin with. She's not into most chocolate, although put a Reeses PB Cup in front of her, and she's your slave for life. What she likes most is what I consider gross fruity candy like Smarties, Starbursts, Skittles, CremeSavers, Caramel Chews, DumDum lollypops, Razzles, and Double Bubble Fruit Flavored gum. So we got some of each, and put them together in a gallon sized ZipLoc bag. She still has two bags left over, that she'll probably leave home to eat when she gets back. Nobody needs this much candy, but it's a commodity. She'll come home without one piece, I guarantee you.
Normally, I'd never let her near all this candy, but it's camp, and it's shared, and she's going to be doing a ton of exercise so she'll be fine. Her teeth, woe be them. I would guess a dentist visit will be the order of the day when she gets back.
Tomorrow we start packing. She has to do laundry, loads and loads of laundry to do. Sheets, towels, clothing, bathing suits. It's all on the floor of her room waiting for the washer and dryer. I'm guessing she'll wait till the last possible second.
Funny thing is, we got home, got the stuff put away and we all collapsed into exhausted sleep. This store was like climbing Mt Everest. It was just ridiculously huge. I gotta wonder why a store needs to be that big. Stumble It! JBlog Me