Kroger

I was in town from Arizona and all I wanted was some Topor’s pickles. Tucson is a beautiful desert, but it is literally craft pickle free. It’s a pickle desert. All we have are commercial pickles and no proper deli. So, I entered this Kroger on a mission– Detroit made pickles baby. I bee-​lined it to the refrigerator section with the fingers on both hands crossed, mumbling some sort of pickle prayer, and running like a QB. I’m sure I was a sight, a vision, worthy of having mental health on speed dial. My pace increased as my goal was insight… my heart race doubled with the adrenaline rush of wondering will they have them in stock. I’m sure I audibly squealed with delight as I loaded new dill and the barrel aged in my cart. Sadly, this was the night before I departed so my lovely grandmother now has my pickles. I also picked my beloved grandma up some roses and hydrangea and a kombucha. For my mother I bought some fruit jellies and an unseasonable score of candy corn for her road trip.
Next time I will skip the new dills. They are best in person at a deli. And props to my gma who has already gone to the store and bought more kombucha.