As some of you already know, I have a history with S&E. Well, I'm glad to say that nothing has improved. I walked in there today to get some milk, and when I get to the cooler, there's a kid stocking it with milk. I stand there for a few seconds, then he notices me. "You need milk?" he asks me sagely. I nod in the affirmative, he scoots out of the way and I reach over and grab the last quart of skim, and head toward the front register. "We have a milk club," he informs me.
The girl behind the register looks bored. She's twirling her hair between her fingers, and she's wearing what looks like a brand-new Good Charlotte T-shirt. She smiles, looks down at the milk I placed on the counter, and says "Are you in the milk club?"
Again with the freakin' milk club. I reply that yes, I am probably in the milk club.
She says, "What's your name?"
"Johnny Virgil," I tell her.
"Virgil...." she says thoughtfully, flipping through a box of index cards.
She looks up. "What letter does that start with?" she asks quizzically.
"Uh, V. It starts with V," I reply.
I have to think more quickly when I'm in that place. Next time, just to mess with her, I'm going to say, "It actually starts with a P, but the P is silent."
This is the future of america, right here.