Whatever

Kathe and I used to go to the Corvallis Grocery Outlet (otherwise known as "the can store")on a regular basis. We enjoyed the challenge of never knowing what would be on the shelves, nor what exotic brand names, seemingly from parallel universes (actually just from remote regional distributors), we would find.

Unfortunately, they decided to implement an "anti-shoplifting" policy that required customers with backpacks to leave their valuables lying around near the entrance. Apparently, they think shoplifters would use backpacks, even though shoulder bags (not restricted) are the obvious choice. Perhaps it's that they (incorrectly) associate backpacks with a certain socioeconomic class, and (also incorrectly) associate that class with shoplifting. So, we don't go there often anymore, because I don't care to subject myself to public humiliation in order to save a little money.

The other day, though, we saw a special we didn't want to pass up, so we went, and as long as we were there, we looked at the oddities on the shelves, and were as usual amused.

One item I found especially amusing was ShurFine brand fig bars. Kathe was familiar with the name, and it turns out that ShurFine is a Western Family brand, quite common in other parts of the continent. So, okay, apparently other people won't be as startled by it, but to me the name ShurFine was suggestive of a product of middling quality to be found at Ralph's Pretty Good Groceries, begging that third word.

You know:

Sure. Fine. Whatever.

//The Magic 8-Ball says, "Whatever."\\