Today after work Sis and I traveled across state lines to the food warehouse known as "Sam's Club." Summer's new credentials as a peer lactation consultant afforded her two memberships which she shared with me.
We strolled the aisles looking wildly out of place with all the fast-moving, loaded-to-the-top-of-their-buggies people.
We looked up the aisles and beyond and had the strange sense of being a Lilliputian in a land of Giant - Condiments. Need a large can of Nacho Cheese Sauce? No problem. Need a ketchup bottle that has to be lifted with two sets of hands? Got two different sizes. Large tray of croissants? Beef? Cheese wheel? The possibilities of over-sized food was endless and we were more than a little overwhelmed.
When I saw Summer staring, transfixed, at the sight of a huge can of Poppycock - I knew it was time to leave.
We took the Poppycock with us.