it's been years now since every square inch of surface in the grocery store chains has been covered with some ad or another -- plops of paint in the shape of letters and pictures to make me think of some product rather than just the item that it is, like a floor tile or shopping order divider. Lucky for them they haven't included the restroom doors in this escapade. I've had to numb out to cope.

today I wondered what could be worse. I could only think of one thing -- to have this little bent over creature that always meets me at the door and picks at my arm every few seconds suggesting in its creaky voice, "Buy this one, or this one, how 'bout this one, this is a guuuud one, here, take this ... and this and this and ... ."