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Harold Lefeber's Encounters Of The Grocery Store

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One time my grandfather, Harold Lefeber, and I were strolling the aisles of the grocery store. We encountered the trail mix in those plastic containers that you’re suppose to scope out with the scoper. Instead of doing that though my grandpappy stuck his hand in and retrieved a handful. He gobbled it down, too occupied to see the sales associate viewing from a distant. “Excuse me,” he says to my grandpappy, his tone sharp. His stone face produced a glare, aimed on me grandpappy. “Please no sampling.” “I’m not sampling, I’ve had this before,” my grandpappy retorts and goes in for a second round. Grimly, the associate walks up to him and heaves down the lid. “Yeah well if everyone takes a little the stores goes a little out of business.”
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