I’m talking about, you guessed it, Chex Mix.
The sale was even better this week: 88c instead of the usual 99. (Girlfriend loves a bargain.) So I trotted my way to the appropriate aisle, and lo and behold–empty, as in, M-T. Not even a straggler hiding at the back of the shelf. You know I checked.
I bought my other items and headed for the check out line. As fate would have it, the only non-express lane was manned by none other than The CM Guy.
“I’d like to lodge a complaint with the manager,” I said, feeling clever because he’s a manager, I think.
“NO Chex Mix,” I added, as though he couldn’t have guessed my dilemma.
“I could issue you a rain check. Then, when it’s back in stock you can come get it at the sale price.”
“Really?!” I think my eyes actually bugged out a little.
“Gotta keep the Crazy Chex Mix Lady happy.”
I guess I’m not the only one with a Chex Mix-related nickname.
Then he asked how many I wanted.
I thought about it. “Eight?”
His gaze left the form to look at me in disbelief. “That’s it?”
Apparently that sounded more like it. He handed me the slip and said I’d get a call when the good stuff was in.
Sometimes it pays to be a little crazy.