Since the cashiers at Trader Joe’s always say something favorable about at least one item from every pile of food they check out, and since I only had three items, I decided to have a comeback ready. Something clever, something apt, something beyond the friendly small talk that cashiers are used to. I’d say something, I decided, that would make me stand out in his day.
I had French bread, a bag of chips, and Crisp Rice Cereal. Don’t let the prosaic name fool you. Crisp Rice Cereal murders Snap, Crackle and Pop in their sleep. It’s so much crunchier in milk than Rice Krispies that Kellogg’s should just quit the breakfast game entire.
He’ll say something about the cereal, I thought. Without a motherfucking doubt.
Dennis O'Toole is an all-set cobra jet creepin' through the nighttime. He lives in Chicago.
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