Over the last few months, every time I’m in the grocery store, I get very hot. I know (I hope!) I’m still too young for hot flashes, so I just chalked it up to the store raising their heat unnecessarily high. Luckily, it’s not just me, since it also happens to my favorite coupon buddy, and one of the cashiers mentioned it as well.
Unfortunately, halfway through my list, I end up grabbing one of their ice-cold Diet Cokes near the check-out lanes for fear that I just might not make it otherwise. Being a heavy coupon addict, it kills me to pay $1.39 for the small bottle, but such is life.
But things have gotten worse… the other day, on the WAY to the grocery store, I’m suddenly hot and dying of thirst. Forget the fact that I only left the house a few minutes ago, the Diet Coke is now the first thing in my cart. Like I said, just call me Pavlov. Grocery store = heat = cold Diet Coke. Hey, at least I’m not drooling on command like Ivan Pavlov’s dogs. Sigh.