By Heather O.
The sugar/flour/spice aisle was packed.
Men were standing around, holding pieces of paper, gazing at shelves with dazed and confused faces.
I had to literally climb up onto the shelf to reach the last of the heavy cream, of which there were 5 pints left.
Only the freaky kinds of Stouffer’s stuffing were available, and there were only 4 bags of bread crumbs to make your own stuffing.
Pumpkin pie filling and random bags of pecans were strewn about the store.
One woman stood muttering in front of the nuts, consulting her recipe. 10 minutes later, when I returned to the aisle, hunting for toothpicks, she was still there. And still muttering.
A dusting of flour covered the moving check out counter. As I was checking out, I heard a woman say, “Is that FLOUR! I’m ALLERGIC!!!” and she backed away slowly. I felt sorry that she had to deal with a holiday that so heavily utilizes this deceptively harmless baking tool.
There were only 8 bags of marshmallows left. As I snatched one bag up of the fluffy goodness, I thanked my lucky stars that I had gotten there in time. I mean, I guess if you are allergic to flour, you can still have Thanksgiving. But no marshmallows? Shoot, you might as well just cancel the whole dang thing.
Happy Thanksgiving everybody. If you haven’t already, head to the store, people, before all the marshmallows are gone.
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