Adventures in comparison shopping |
I went into Dollar General last week to get dog food. Our custom, since acquiring an excessive number of dogs, has been to pick up five or so 50-pound bags of food at Scott's, formerly Anderson's, a gas station and feed store on the way home from town. Town is where I drop off Stella at school every morning.
I've been contemplating getting dog food somewhere else for a couple of months. The advantage of buying it at Scott's since I've been single is that I can get gas, then pull up to the feed area and a guy comes out, takes my credit card, then loads five bags of the stuff in my car.
Except that now there's no guy. The last time I went there, the lady behind the cash register (who looks about 70 and maybe weighs 100 pounds) took my money, then we wrestled the five bags into the car together.
What happens next is I wrestle them out of my car and into my garage. And one by one, over the next several weeks, I bring them in, where I pour a bunch of it into a giant bowl they all eat out of in the laundry room. That's unless some angel of mercy like my son or son-in-law are here when it is called for, or I make Stella do it. She is a lot stronger than I am in........