About two summers ago a group of friends and I were planning on preparing ourselves a nice meal for supper, so we went to the grocery store. No one, however, had thought about what we wanted to eat. So we sat down and started to discuss it. Right in the middle of the floor of the frozen foods aisle. Some worker came up to us and asked us if we needed anything, and we said no, we were just making our grocery list. We got a funny look in return, from her as well as from other shoppers, but that was about it. We were on the floor for about half an hour 
This thread is great! I just about lost it here at work!
The silliest thing I’ve ever done while shopping at the grocery store was juggle produce. Grab 3 apples and just start juggling them. Of course, my wife then yelled at me and told me to put them in the cart. For some strange reason, she wouldn’t let me try 3 mellons.
My best friend and I used to go to the local superdupermarket, which was 24 hours, and Turkey Bowl.
The concept was simple. Grab a frozen turkey, 8-10 lbs. or so, and take it over to the soft drink aisle (I bet you see where I am going with this…).
Set up 2 liter bottles in the standard 10 pin configuration, and let fly with the frozen bird, which slides VERY nicely down the aisle, being frozen.
We got into a spot of trouble the first couple of times, but after that, we had regular competitions with the night stock crew.
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vidi vici veni!
P.S. If the “ball” touches the stand on either side before contacting the pins, it is considered a gutterball.
Dave, do you put glass bottles of foodstuffs on a frozen pizza box and twirl it at the grocery store too?
(If you don’t understand, you obviously weren’t at the Meet FairyChatMom dopefest in DC last weekend or at the DC/Baltimore Dopefest last summer. But ask, I’m sure he’ll demonstrate.)
If they didn’t want us to race grocery carts, they wouldn’t have put numbers on 'em.
weirddave, I’m married and I do this stuff. Needless to say, I have a really tolerant wife.
Kricket, I’m enormously surprised nobody has volunteered to examine your freezer-hardened nips. …What? Me? Um, see paragraph above.