There's Something About a Sunday
Most of our Sunday in Key West was pretty non-eventful for the most part during the day. In the interest of saving money, one thing we had to do was go grocery shopping so we could cook our own food. We couldn't afford to eat out every day for more than one meal. So, the four of us packed ourselves into our sardine of a rental car and headed off to the quintessential American Supermarket, Winn-Dixie.
Upon entry into Winn-Dixie, we figured most of the people in there were doing the same thing we were. Steve and I were trying to figure out our menus for the week. Since Steve and I were doing most of the cooking, we did most of the food shopping. Cory and Larry might as well have been in the cart seats because they were like taking toddlers to the store. One woman came past our cart full of merchandise, as Steve and I were talking about some dinner ideas...She said "I'm coming to eat with you guys!!! You must know how to cook!"
As we got into the checkout line of the Winn-Dixie, and watched our $100+ bill add up, we realized there was one thing we hadn't thought of before we made this excursion. That question was "How do we plan on transporting all this stuff back?" Our trunk was full, and two people in the back seat made things extremely tight....
Somehow, we managed, but it was not a comfortable ride back to our humble Key West abode, despite the fact we were less than 3 miles away. As we unloaded our car and staggered into the condo, there were rum and cokes poured, bottles of beer opened...As we put our things away, we realized....it was beach time.
UP NEXT......KEY WEST HAS A GOLF CLUB???.....
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red rum! red rum!
Mike is totally telling the truth. Larry and I seemed to be wandering around in a daze of confusion at this place called a, I believe I'm saying this right, 'grocery store'. So, to get out of the way of the cooks, we slipped them some money, told them we trusted their selections of the grub, and Larry and I would handle the drinks dept. How convenient...a wine and liquor store adjacent to Winn-Dixie! Slainte!
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