I'm still sick, but I needed supplies so I ran down to the supermarket on the corner. It's Key Food on Avenue A, pricier than the supermarkets on Avenue C, but it's around the corner and I feel like dirt so I didn't want to walk any farther.
I picked up a few things--some soup, cereal, yogurt, and the kind of milk I'm not allergic to. I went to the "10 Items or Less" line.
The cashier, a young woman, rang up my purchases as I placed them in my cloth bag (I try to avoid plastic bag collections, though it's kind-of impossible).
"That'll be..." (gasp)
I looked up from my bagging duties. What could be of concern?
"Si..." She couldn't finish. Her eyes did not meet mine. They looked down.
"The yogurt of the beast," I said.
She nervously looked the other way. Pity I hadn't purchased Devil Dogs or devil's food cake. I took my satanic groceries and left.
Maybe I should stick with Avenue C from now on.