Grocery Store Interrogations

Have you ever been in the grocery store and had the cashier say to you something like, “Don’t you want to get mustard or mayonnaise for your sandwiches?” or “Jesus! Is that all you eat is steak and Hamburger Helper?”

I haven’t had an encounter like that recently, but there were times in the past when I did. Is it because there’s something about me that makes them suspicious about my mental stability? Why should I have to tell them that, believe it or not, I actually have other stuff at home?

This was on my mind because I just got a supply of meat from the Brower Farms. Ground beef, brat links, brat patties, burger patties, chicken, steak and pork chops. I’m going to Kroger today to get pasta,, pasta sauce, brat buns, hamburger buns and barbecue sauce. I keep thinking a cashier is going to assume I’ll be making meals out of buns and barbecue sauce alone.

If a cashier feels the need to interrogate me, I’ll try to remember to say something clever and smartassed, but chances are I’ll give a lame answer or I’ll say “Huh?”

I don’t really expect to be questioned, just that I have been before. So, you never know.

What’s the strangest thing a cashier has ever said to you?

Maude’s Alabama BBQ

I should’ve turned my phone a little to the left, so the sign on the post would be in the picture. Anyway, my uncle Ron recently opened this restaurant at 2602 Davison Rd. Flint, Michigan. Maude’s Alabama BBQ was named in my grandma’s honor.

It’s a small takeout restaurant, but there are counters and stools along the windows for those who would like to eat there. My dad and I stopped in today. I had a Maude’s All-American Burger and fries and I really enjoyed them. I think next time I’ll try the Southern Fried Catfish Sandwich.

They have several choices on their menu, which you can see on the website, maudesalabamabbq.com. You can place your orders online or call 810 875 9984. There’s even a drive-thru window.

Check ’em out.

Black Beauty Is Home

I bought this Ibanez black beauty from the pawn shop under my apartment, seventeen years ago. For the last few years, she’d been at my brother’s house. He’d needed an acoustic and I wasn’t playing much anymore, so I let him take her. My brother recently got a brand new acoustic, so he gave mine back to me. I decided not to keep her in the attic. She gets her own place in the living room.

The Mound

I think the hardest thing about this mound is it was covered with layers of little white rocks and an ancient tarp. I also pulled out a hard rubber half ring. I moved out all the big rocks, but I’m still finding small rocks.

Today

My brother and I got the trees dug up. I got home a few hours ago and resumed flattening the mound around the well. Still not done, but it’s looking better.

I think this is my fifth beer.