Adventures In Grocery Shopping, Part 2.

Yesterday's little saga reminded me of one of my favorite Jimmy stories. A lot of people have heard it, but it is just so classic Jimmy that I love to tell it.

Shortly after Jimmy and I were married, he went with me to the grocery store. It was obviously not something he had done often - if ever - and he found the whole experience fascinating. It was as though he had landed on Mars.

Novice though he was, Jimmy threw himself into the project at hand with his customary enthusiasm and single-minded absorption. He squeezed the tomatoes, he sniffed the cantaloupes, he earnestly debated the merits of the different cuts of meat, and the advantages, economic and otherwise, of 1-ply versus 2.

When at last our mission was accomplished, we hauled our loot to the checkout line. As she was scanning all of our little treasures, the cashier asked Jimmy, "Paper or plastic?" Jimmy looked confused, and after a long pause answered, "Cash, I guess."