last sunday i went grocery shopping, which is fairly normal in itself. the grocery store i go to, there are really only two big(this is a relative term as usual) stores are Manzur, ya, no idea where that name came from and it has a drawing of seemingly middle-eastern or aladin type character on the outside, so.... then the other place is called the Super ISSST. i forget what all the s´s stand for, but basically it is a govt run store. everyone gives part of their paycheck to an issst acount, or somethinglike that, so it is kind of like social security. right, so there is a social security grocery store. right.

anyway, the place is not huge or anything, less than half to a third of the size of grocer in the us (yes, much smaller than the bashas on hospital hill in flag) yet it has a decent variety of stuff. dont forget about nafta, so every major food brand is represented in some form down here. the interesting thing is that some days they have no bread. none. or no milk. or no juice. something is missing every day, but not the same things each day. weird. you never know what you are going to get, so i kind of like it. it is like playing those games at the fair where you pick up a floating duck and hope that underneath it says you won a prize. not really a lot like that, but i am sick, so i am struggling for similies this morning.

anyhoo, so i went in on sunday and it was packed as usual. i started my shopping and noticed something a little different. the people in front of me were, well, grooving. there was a four year old girl doing what i can only imagine britney spears and the like do in their videos ( have not had mtv for four years, so not sure what she dances like, but i have been to clubs and i know what the, well, ok, i am not going to be able say that without being offensive.) anyway, to say it was lude might be an understatement. then i notice 40 yr old men and women doing a similar kind of thing. everyone is getting down in the grocery store. then i notice that there is a dj in this balcony type area where the boss people sit and watch the cows as we do our shopping. no joke. i asked if this was normal and one my fellow patrons responded that they were trying it out on sundays.

by the end, i was bouncing up and down the isles to techno and latin trip hop. the check out ladies were also dancing. the lady who sells meat was boppin. it made the whole shopping experience more fun. well, except for the lude four year old who clearly has a future on soul train, assuming they do with don cornelius what they did with lenin in russia, as a soul train dancer in a cage or on some platform. scary.

yes, so i am sick. not happy about it but i went to the doc yesterday