Our phone conversation lasted approximately three minutes, Chris never really seeing the need for pleasantries in plan-making and when I hung up, I was met with an employee of ghetto grocery.
Um, excuse me? We are not in a movie theater or house of God. We aren't even in a lesser Safeway. How can they have a cell phone policy? They don't even have brie.
I was so caught off guard, I apologized and shoved my cell in my handbag, but was slightly convinced I was on some type of poorly thought-out Punk'd. Maybe it was some new employee hazing ritual in which the rookie bagger has to sass a shopper. Or maybe this bitch was just in a mood. But there is no way a grocery store of any caliber much less one with an entire aisle devoted to Jesus candles can have a cell phone policy...