March 1 2014

Obesity. Yep, he's been creeping up on me. I call him Obi for short. He was with me the other day at the grocery store, I caught him dropping two 2-litre bottles of Pepsi into the cart. I give him a look "What the...?" "Buy one get one free," he says. The problem with two litre bottles is, they start to go flat as soon as you open them. I can probably do a litre for breakfast, you know, that caffeine buzz, not to mention the sugar high you plummet from around 11a.m. It's that second litre, it should be drank the same day so you're looking at an evening snack. Obi has the answer of course, he's thrown 6, that's one half dozen, bags of potato chips into the cart. I sort of blurted out "Jesus Christ Obi". That's when the old lady hit me with her purse, it was heavy too, the arm she carried it with was 3 inches longer than the other. The stitching was leaving scratches where she dragged it across the terrazzo floor. I look again at the bags of chips...FORMAT FAMILIAL, I think that's DIMENSIONE DELLA FAMIGLIA to Lucy and her friends, to me it's FAMILY SIZE. Big bags in any language, although, lets face it, family size is relative, no pen intunded, pour a bag of these into a bowl and an average family will eat it in 20 maybe 30 minutes. Open a bag for Luigi and Mary's family and they won't even get to the bowl, they'll be gone in maybe 8 or 9 seconds, 6 if we have to share with the girls. Ohh! I think I heard a bag open, catch ya later.

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