I spy with my little radar...
"Where the hell do they keep their actual vanilla beans?" She glared through the lenses of her sunglasses at the vanilla extract bottles, all lined up neatly and full of their synthetic vanilla-y goodness. She'd gone over to the fresh herb section and hadn't been able to track them down there, either. Seems like she'd be going somewhere else after this. Walking further along the aisle, she found the marshmallows, grabbing a bag of minis and sliding them into her basket.
Coming to the end of the aisle, she turned and almost bumped into a large obstruction; one standing right in front of one of the display cases. "Oh, jeez, sorry. My bad."
Looking up, she instantly smiled as she recognized the form she'd inadvertently crossed paths with. "Junior? As in UWF wrestling, Junior? No, freaking way!"
Coming to the end of the aisle, she turned and almost bumped into a large obstruction; one standing right in front of one of the display cases. "Oh, jeez, sorry. My bad."
Looking up, she instantly smiled as she recognized the form she'd inadvertently crossed paths with. "Junior? As in UWF wrestling, Junior? No, freaking way!"