You better step that step, walk that walk, shake that thang and talk that talk.

I survived yet another Moonlight Madness event. There was no band this time, but the deli was juking and I did witness a lady shaking one of her legs to the beats of Sawyer Brown. I got my cheese and starting toward the bakery when an employee grabbed the telephone receiver and his voice blared out over the loud speaker, "Attenion Shoppers: Please make your way over to the Fish Department cuz we are having one HELLACIOUS seafood sale!", at which time I heard a female voice shout out "WOO-HOO!" from somewhere. I made sure to leave that area before the the ensuing stampede commenced while he was blabbing about jumbo shrimp and turning on his strobe light and police beacon. Is hellacious really a word? Apparently so, in the south. Is it appropiate for customers to hear that word over a loudspeaker while they shop? Maybe, but it's a first for me.

My neighborhood grocery store is bizarre. I can't help that I live less than a mile from Brookshire's flagship location in Monroe, and they do have good deals. They do some strange things though. I know that I have failed to explain what the little boys in the freezer are about. I am really not sure myself, but they like to dress up boy manequins for the upcoming holiday, season or occasion and put them in coolers. One time they had a "fireplace" wine display in which I could see one of the little boys wearing a T-shirt, an apron, and a chef's hat holding a big metal spatula through it. I tried to take a picture of it, but that didn't turn out so great. I just found it funny that there was a little boy cooking literally and physically in the fireplace.

As strange as that store may be, I strangely fit there. One night, I made the mistake of trying to grocery shop drunk. I decided it might be fun to try to take a picture of myself with a 4 foot tall styrofoam Pillsbury doughboy prop. Right out of nowhere, a bunch of children showed up and wanted to be in the picture too, which was cool with me. That picture did not turn out so well either. Later on that evening, I was leading the bag boy all over the parking lot in search of one lost Sir Monty. I finally found the car, got the door open bent over to pull the seat back so bag boy could put the groceries in the backseat when I fell down into the car, face first and started to giggle. That was the only sensible thing to do at that time besides leave quickly. Somehow, some way this store and I were made for each other. And I think to myself "What a wonderful world".