It was the danishes, I’ll bet. I never should have bought the danishes. I should have bought fruit or multigrain crackers or something else Satan couldn’t nail me for, but I’ll be damned (again) if I didn’t have a hankerin’ for a lemon danish and this was the only way to get it.
So, uh … just what sort of eternal damnation do y’all think I’m in for here?
There was a period in my life when I was fast enough at mental arithmetic and just ornery enough (middle college years) when I would specifically buy things to either total $6.66 or require $6.66 in change when purchased with a single large bill. My fraternity brothers eventually nicknamed me Dr. Faust for it, as they never quite twigged to the idea I was doing it on purpose.
I’ve had that happen a few times myself. My favorite part is when the cashier refuses to say the amount out loud. “That’ll be six sixty … um. Well, this much” (points to display).
It’s also an anagram of Aria and Stew – and really, who doesn’t like a hearty bowl of stew and a good opera?
Stouffer’s Frozen Chili is an anagram of Lo, Cheerios Snuff Fritz. Murder most foul, and part of a nutritious breakfast.
Assorted Danishes is an anagram of A Dead Shiner’s Toss – which sounds like a great invective. (i.e. “I don’t give a dead shiner’s toss!”)
NinjaChick - See, the problem is that here at work, our tap water tastes like crap, so I buy bottled.
LouisB - Have you had Stouffer’s frozen chili? That there is some pretty decent chili – certainly better than all the canned crap I’ve tried. On the other hand, their lasagna is decidedly meh.