I was in the grocery store today – La Grande Epicerie – you know it’s next to Le Bon Marché , supposed to be an upscale place…they have a lot of prepared foods, foreign foods, natural foods, its spacious etc…so I am over by the cleaning products which is where the toilet paper, paper towels, tissues, and conveniently the pet supplies. I am looking around for something and can barely stand the stench coming from the animal section. I definitely looked over a couple times to make sure there were not any live animals in cages because the odor was so real and STRONG. As I hold my breath and try to find what I am looking for as quickly as possible I swear I hear a rustle by the cat food…Me, thinking the fumes have gone to my head making me delirious, cant shake the noise…then out of my peripheral I see movement. NOW, my logical half must test my mental stability, so I turn to stare in the general direction half of me hoping the possibility of being clinically diagnosed as insane is untrue. All of sudden I see a f-ing MOUSE!!!
Oh My God --- ok pause…so the good thing - I concluded that I am not going mental…unpause --- is this a joke?!? I mean at least Fievel was in the right section of the store. But seriously? There is a live rodent in plain sight where I am buying my food. Awwwesome. For whatever illogical reason I am ok with finding a mouse in a food distribution warehouse or whatever but come on – NOT KOSHER, 5 feet away from the pickles….I have even been expecting to find a mouse in my bedroom before the end of it all, but I wasn’t quite ready for my Ratatouille experience just yet.
I thought about telling someone who worked there, but I was still playing yo-yo with the food in my throat…plus the store was closing in like 10 mins anyway.
And mice have to do their shopping sometime too right?? Right? :/
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