Buying groceries can sometimes be very funny

It takes a considerable amount of money

And other times it’s a stressful job

In the presence of a devious mob

Women snatch cereal from you child’s hand

As they check from their list the chosen brand

They scamper down the isles

With check-out lines that stretch for miles

You have all your coupons in tact

And hope all your groceries have been sacked

As you’re leaving,  what do you spy?

A ‘Mrs. Bairds’ label out of the corner of an eye

It’s been smashed like a pancake

Oh,  for chrissake!

Can’t they refrain from smashing the bread?

I guess it’s more fun to flirt with the checkers instead.