Safeway recently offered hot dogs for lunch. An unenthusiastic employee sold them from a card table. The proceeds were for prostate cancer research. The dodg represented the enlarge prostrate.
It's odd that this Safeway would make such a crude lunch offer. This store is in a part of the city where well-educated people live and work. A delivery man bought one, but who else did they think was going to buy one? I didn't.
Unlike my local-lumpen Safeway, the employees in this kupscale store have dispensed with the tiring and inappropriate greeting of customers. The kind best given to meeting long-lost friends. I must admit I like walking past the produce guy who tirelessly offers a "how ya doing" not matter how many repeat trips I make, often with his gaze steady on the onions.
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