Sometimes it pays to be a porker!

On my way home today, I passed our neighborhood Piggly Wiggly. Let’s stop right here. Piggly Wiggly is a grocery store, in case you’re not one of the fortunate folk who have had the pleasure of that knowledge. Piggly Wiggly was a staple in my hometown. My sister worked there in high school and my boyfriend was a bag boy there. He asked me to “go with him” while he was breaking down boxes out next to the dumpster. Yes, it seems much of my life revolves around trash (see previous entry). Another life lesson learned: Any relationship that starts at a dumpster… well, it probably isn’t destined for greatness. But, back to the store itself- they’re all but extinct these days. I blame it on the name. Seriously- Piggly Wiggly? Who would want to grocery shop in a place that reminds you that the sheer act of eating can make you a wiggly porker? What genius came up with that winner?

So, I’m driving by today and there was an advertisement for Hunts Ketchup- 5 for $5. Now, I don’t argue that this is a bargain… if you’re a freak of nature!! Who the hell needs five bottles of ketchup at one time? Tuna? Mac ‘n Cheese? Soup? I can understand some items in quantities of five. But ketchup? I don’t get it. If you're going to sell ketchup at 5 for $5, then pair that special with bags of fries at 5 for $5. Then this would be an entirely different kind of post, and I would be gladly oinking my way to the Piggly Wiggly!!