Got an urgent request for a Cadbury Twirl 'Mint'. These moments are not a discussion.
Shortly thereafter I find myself in a car on a solo mission to safewaystopartwithyourmonays. I masterfully navigate the most efficient path to the lolly eisle, for nothing sharpens the mind like an unfinished episode of Making a Murderer on the netflicka.
It all starts to turn nasty from here. No Twirl 'Mint'. Yes a shelf label. No real thing. Do I still have the tent in the back of the car? Surely I cant go home. Failure wasnt and option and the 'heres a substitute product and a big smile' caper is sheer lunacy.
Two fat chicks in safeway snot green shirts then come down the eisle. Shelf packers! I approach. Yada yada - 'if they aint on the shelf we aint got them yada yada.
As I disappear into the distance in a shroud of disappointment I overhear them:
Fattest Chick to Fat Chick 2: 'Have you tried one of them yet? Those new Mint Twirls?'
Fat [censored] to Fattest Beast: 'Nah.'
Supreme Rotunda to Wildebeest 2: 'Ohhhhh Sooooo Good. Soooo Good.'
[censored] unreallllllll. [censored].
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Dear Safeway CEO,
Please excuse my handwriting as I write to you from the modest confines of my tent.
I have discovered why your business is underperforming relative to Aldi.
You are hiring too many fat chicks who are eating the food faster than they can stock the shelves.
Stop hiring these chocolate hogging porked up wildebeests.
Yours Faithfully,
GV.