Shopping

I was working in the library on Saturday and JK (first-year vet student and attendee of the vet student Bible study) came in to study gross anatomy. She was giving me a bad time because I wasn't doing any obvious work (the job contains a lot of down time normally, but I guess I could have been dusting shelves or watching the exit door like a hawk), and I offered to quiz her on gross anatomy. She didn't take me up on it, but a while later informed me that I could go do her grocery shopping for her. Fine by me, except that I couldn't go 'til 5 pm and I wouldn't know what to buy. I told her I could go with her and help her shop... and she took me up on the offer. I don't know if she thought I was dead bored and took pity on me, or if she really thought I would be of help, or if she just thought it would be fun... Anyway, she told me she'd be back [some time after 5] and went off to pick up a fish. We climbed into her late-model hatch-back around 5:30 and drove off to the Philomath Safeway. She wrote a couple items on a paper. "Here," she said, mimicking some nanny with a child, "You can go look for these and depending on how you do I'll give you more to find." I went off to find Romaine lettuce and caesar croutons, and then trekked all across the store looking for her. Not a very efficient system, if you ask me. "Claire, go get me one of the free cookies at the end of the counter." - her next command.
At some point we walked by a display of red devil cake mix. "That looks like something from a latex-injected dog cadaver," was our general consensus. Hopefully we did not disturb any poor shoppers with our discussion...