RedMF40
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Before hitting the road for the Berryville tractor show, I stopped in at the Food Lion to pick up some provisions. I had a cooler in the truck, so I'd need some ice. I like the Food Lion--sometimes they have cherries in season for $1.99 a pound.
"Do you have a medium size bag?" I asked the lady at the cash register.
"We have ten or twenty pounds," she said.
"Ten or twenty?"
"Yes, ten or twenty."
A moment of indecision. Small bag? Big bag?
"Ten? Twenty?" This was the store lady.
McCormick Deering 10-20. That settled it. This was surely a sign. If it wasn't then I don't know what is. I'd already let one slip through my fingers. Wasn't going to happen again.
"I'll take the ten pound bag," I said.
I looked at her with an earnestness that far exceeded anything the situation called for.
"Thank you, ma'am, you've been more help than you'll ever know."
"You're welcome, sir. Enjoy your ice!"
"Do you have a medium size bag?" I asked the lady at the cash register.
"We have ten or twenty pounds," she said.
"Ten or twenty?"
"Yes, ten or twenty."
A moment of indecision. Small bag? Big bag?
"Ten? Twenty?" This was the store lady.
McCormick Deering 10-20. That settled it. This was surely a sign. If it wasn't then I don't know what is. I'd already let one slip through my fingers. Wasn't going to happen again.
"I'll take the ten pound bag," I said.
I looked at her with an earnestness that far exceeded anything the situation called for.
"Thank you, ma'am, you've been more help than you'll ever know."
"You're welcome, sir. Enjoy your ice!"