Couple of days ago I told Michele I would pick up the onion we needed for supper that night. So I went to the Northern and picked up a solitary onion. It looked lonely and forgotten and all I could think about was how good it would taste after I hacked it apart.
When I arrived at the check out the clerk looked me right in the eye and said "That will be $3.99 please." A look of horror must have crossed my face because her next line was "Will there be anything else?" All I could say was "I don't get paid until Friday!"