28 - Twenty dwarfs at the supermarket.
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I was back at the Save-Mor the other day for some
groceries. And I go as early as I can, because I
like getting that stuff out of the way of my
day. So I'm pushing down the
dairy-and-frozen-foods isle, and I kid you not,
there are like 20 dwarfs crammed in there.
They're all like huddled around the shelf where
the cheese is, taking one down, passing it around,
sort of murmuring to each other in their serious
way. It's always like this with them - they have
to do everything in big groups. I never saw a
dwarf do anything by itself. And granted, a gang
of them can strip down a whole car to parts in 5
minutes, but they're taking 15 minutes to pick out
a piece of mozzarella. I just don't get it. And
later it's the same thing with the canned fish,
and the crackers, and the potatoes. And I feel
like I'm just hustling around the place to get
what I can before the dwarf conference blocks the
way again. I've tried saying excuse me in the
past, but I don't any more. Have you ever seen the
look you get, times 20, when you interrupt a dwarf
discussion? You'd think I had spat on them or
something. Whatever, I'll just eat pickles
instead. You never interrupt a dwarf.
