Got Milk?

A few weeks ago She stopped by our neighborhood Kroger's in Atlanta. She just needed a few things on the way home from the office.

When she got to the checkout, She selected a line with only one cart ahead of her. There were Two Ladies conversing with the Checker. They all seemed to know each other. The Two Ladies had apparently been shopping together, mixing their purchases in the same cart. They were separating their purchases at the cash register all the while while carrying on an animated conversation with the Checker.

Impatient as always She stood there for several minutes waiting for the conversation to end. Eventually A Man with a few items got in line behind her. Noticing his few purchases she commented somewhat exasperated, I'm sure, that he "might want to try another line, it might be a while". He decided to stick it out.

Finally as the Two Ladies finished their conversation with the Checker and gathered their groceries to leave, one of the Two Ladies announced, to no one in particular, "I'm from L. A. and don't allow Milk to talk to Us like that." The Lady hurried out the door and disappeared.

At least that was what She thought She heard. She was both stunned and puzzled.