There was a big sign propped up against a chair in the nearly empty HEB deli this afternoon that said "GROCERY DISCUSSION GROUP MEETS HERE." What the? Who the? Why?
"My favorite groceries are canned goods."
"That's all well and good, but I'm partial to the prepared foods, myself. The rotisserie chicken is pretty good for supper."
"I'm going to go out on a limb and say the bakery donuts have been spectacular lately."
"They're not bad, but you should have been here in...'98? No, '99. Now, those were donuts."
"Mrs. G., you've been awfully quiet this afternoon. Do you have anything to add?"
"I--I like peaches."
It's all very mysterious. Who knows what dark secrets are revealed, which harsh truths exposed, at the GROCERY DISCUSSION GROUP?
Maybe none; the only person at the discussion table when we walked past was the bearded guy in the Rascal who's always hanging out in the deli anyway.