Overheard...

Overheard...

...while working the other day. I was fixing a display in the Ice Cream section, and two college aged guys came looking for ice cream:

College Age Guy #1 [to his buddy, who has gone up the aisle looking for something else]: What kind do you want?
#2: Whatever
#1 [pulling out a package]: You had Monster Cookie?
#2: [walks over to look at Monster Cookie]: No. Ya know, I don't like ice cream with a lot of shit in it.
#1: [thinks this over, as he puts back the package]: I don't even want a little shit in my ice cream. I want none. At all.

Me: [silently, to myself] touche'....

(Yeah, it's quiet up here in Lake Wobegon....)