So don't be fooled by this ever so innocent looking little box of vanilla. I've learned now not to take it's powers for granted. No really, I thought I'd just share a rather ludicrous and quite humorous occurrence at our local Provo Macey's (a grocery store) this past week.
Since I've started making Robin's recipe for granola by the ton (thank you so much Robin and Autumn for passing it along. It has truly changed my life!), I've been using my vanilla extract a little more than usual, and hence was running low and put it on my shopping list. Whilst at Macey's, I found myself scanning the baking aisle for the desired little brown bottle (mine didn't look like the pic, I go for the Western Family crap). Anyway, after going up and down the aisle at least 5 times I threw my hands up and said, "Could they have
moved it??" Enter taller, and in this case, more observant Abram who noticed an orange sign on the uppermost shelf. "Hey look! It says that all extracts are now available only at the Service Desk." What? So we continued with our shopping, puzzled as to why they were moved. After we had collected all our desired items from the regular part of the store, I walked to the Service Desk and asked for my vanilla, which was promptly handed over, no explanation given. I wasn't asked for my ID or anything. So I walked to the check out to join Abram who was already in the check-out process. Suddenly, the curiosity got the better of us and I asked the checker, "Why is this behind the Service Desk now??" He smiled slightly and said, "Oh, that? Well, some of them contain just a little bit of alcohol. We were having problems with people taking them off the shelf, drinking them, and putting them back. So we moved them to the desk."
Drinking them??? First of all, I cannot think of a more disgusting way to raise one's blood alcohol level by insiginificant amounts. Secondly, all I can say is, only in Provo. So next time you're looking for the powdered sugar, don't fret, it's at the Service Desk!
P.S. I do realize of course the darker, more serious side to this tale, that is, people with serious problems. This light-hearted rendition is in no way designed to make light of that. Thanks for reading!!
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e uses A LOT and gets magical points for doing so, we have acquired an official Wilson® Badminton Tour Kit.
So here he is ladies and gentlemen, the man of the hour! Our very own Abram K. Hardy is moving up in the world! No longer a mild-mannered law student, but a true super hero!
So I guess you're wondering about the Shotokan, right? I suspect many of you are wondering what Shotokan is! Believe me, I was unaware! Well supposedly, according to Abram, when he was just a lad of 10, and his mother was teaching at BYU, he was a member (though a slightly shorter one) of the Shotokan Club (a Japanese martial art form from Okinawa). As it turns out, a young student by the name of Patrick Ascione was a part of said club. This is the main dude at A, H & M. But don't think this little "in" helped him in! In fact, he never even met with Patrick. It will just be something funny to bring up when he does. Congratulations Abram!!!!!
moved it??" Enter taller, and in this case, more observant Abram who noticed an orange sign on the uppermost shelf. "Hey look! It says that all extracts are now available only at the Service Desk." What? So we continued with our shopping, puzzled as to why they were moved. After we had collected all our desired items from the regular part of the store, I walked to the Service Desk and asked for my vanilla, which was promptly handed over, no explanation given. I wasn't asked for my ID or anything. So I walked to the check out to join Abram who was already in the check-out process. Suddenly, the curiosity got the better of us and I asked the checker, "Why is this behind the Service Desk now??" He smiled slightly and said, "Oh, that? Well, some of them contain just a little bit of alcohol. We were having problems with people taking them off the shelf, drinking them, and putting them back. So we moved them to the desk." Drinking them??? First of all, I cannot think of a more disgusting way to raise one's blood alcohol level by insiginificant amounts. Secondly, all I can say is, only in Provo. So next time you're looking for the powdered sugar, don't fret, it's at the Service Desk!
would include the following:
The Dirty Dozen. Okay, I know there's a number theme going on here, but I'm glad to say that I've finally seen this movie. What started out as dim curiosity stemming from one of the better scenes from Sleepless in Seattle, (and yes, there is certainly room for tears at the end of the film), turned out to be a great experience. I have Abram to thank for this one. He loves old WWII films. It is both humorous and terrifying, not to mention how young and skinny Brian Costello is. (Donald Sutherland for those that don't get that one). I was surprised to find so many moral questions lacing the subtext of the plot. The choosing of the dozen was shady at best, their mission was a questionable one, and how they ultimately carried it out would seem to challenge the glow of the purity of goodness that is so often the portrayal of the American Army. Anyway, I would recommend this to anyone. And it's not a hard old film to watch. In fact, it seems to maintain a very timeless quality, as if it could have been released in my life time.