Drama in the Jelly Belly aisle!

So do I ! :slight_smile:

Okay, wait a minute, you just glossed over the most important part -

There is a whole aisle of Jelly-Bellies?

Dammit! I need to take a road trip.

Ogre~~Ignore them.

The Foul Youth is an Orc-Child, & the mother is merely ashamed of having married an Orc.

Or possible a Sewer Snoid, it’s hard to tell.

My only confrontation at a big box retailer occurred years ago, when I was in my early twenties and still dressed with not an iota of thought to my thighs or arms. I was in shorts and a halter top, and had run out with then then-boyfriend to Wal-Mart for buns and napkins for a barbeque. This woman, who was behind me in line, kept snorting and making sniffy disapproving noises. I finished checking out and was walking away, when she said I couldn’t possibly be a God-fearing child if I dressed like that, and that she’d pray for my parents. I glanced at her quickly, looked at her husband, who was smiling at me, and told her she would probably be better off praying for her marriage, because her husband didn’t seem to have any problem with what I was wearing. She actually lunged at me and had to be held back by her teenage daughter.

I still wonder what the hell she thought she was trying to accomplish.

It’s times like this I think everyone should own a video camera. I’d pay good money to see that.

This has nothing to do with the story at hand, but:

Ronald Reagan, of course, was a well known jelly bean eater- Jelly Bellies were his favorite. I can just imagine Reagan in a Target store perusing the Jelly Belly aisle.

“Nancy, look- Jelly beans!”
“Yes, Ronnie, I see them.”
“I like jelly beans!”
“I know that dear, you tell me every day.”
“Maybe we should get Gorbachev some jelly beans- then maybe they’ll tear down that wall in Berlin.”
“They already tore the wall down.”
“Oh. I guess he liked the jelly beans, then.”
“You didn’t get him any.”
“Then it must have been Thatcher! That bitch stole my idea!”
“No she didn’t.”
etc.

I not only want to shop with you, I feel I must encourage you to NOT work on it. People need to be showcased when they are as you so excellently put it…atrocious asinine jerks. For the good of all mankind I must implore to cease your attempts to stop.

I feel compelled to add my heartfelt plea to that of Antinor01. If there is a shopping field trip sign-up, Zabali_Clawbane, I would very much like to be included.

While I appreciate the route you’re describing, and might have considered withering sarcasm had I been alone, I had my wife to think about. While she’s certainly not a Shrinking Violet, she despises these little worthless, useless confrontations. I generally find she’s right, since I carried a burning wrath around with me for several minutes after the “fight.” Not a good feeling, and I can’t imagine that venting my anger would really have made me feel better. At the same time, bottling it up wouldn’t have been good either. Thus, I was left with a third choice: letting it go. This was made easier by the decision to apologize. I mean, hell, it doesn’t really cost me anything. No dignity, no resentment, no bad feelings, no nothing. It was simply a mechanism to allow me to release my anger and defuse bad feelings all around.

Well, mostly. I saved a little bit to vent on the Dope. :slight_smile:

Oh, and re: the Jelly Belly aisle thing - I thought JB’s were a feature of every Target store. I’ve seen an aisle dedicated to them in several Target stores. It’s generally one side of a shortish side aisle with, I dunno, 75-100 bins, each containing Jelly Bellies. My local Target not only has the JB’s (hmmm. Jelly Belly should hire Maceo Parker and the JB’s as admen. Wait. No they shouldn’t. Yech.) themselves, but a line of M&M like confections with lots of different flavors of candy coating. There’s chocolate-orange, chocolate-raspberry, chocolate-cherry, etc. Good stuff.

I just felt you should know that this is probably going to cause me to go off my diet and that I will be holding you personally responsible. Just thought you’d want to know. :wink:

You’re impressed by an aisle? Until recently, the Metreon in San Francisco had an entire Jelly Belly store.