I go shopping the way the Navy Seals go to Pakistan: get in fast, grab what you need, get out. And hopefully you don’t run into anybody while you’re in there.
This is why “Boscoving” is so mystifying. According to a newspaper insert that showed up at my house, Boscoving goes like this: visit Boscov’s three times a week for a month and they’ll give you a meatloaf pan worth $14.99. Your visits are verified by having your flyer stamped, like a passport, to prove you were in the store.
Really? Twelve times? To Boscov’s? For a $14.99 meatloaf pan?
Wait, I have a better idea: how about I visit your store once give you $14.99 and you hand me the meatloaf pan? Then I’ll come back… oh, I don’t know, maybe when I want to buy something else.
And since I’m ranting, let me mention how irksome it is when people try to turn their brand name into a verb, but since we’re inventing new words, let me suggest a definition for Boscoving: doing something ridiculous in return for a worthless reward. Enjoy your meatloaf.
General Electric doesn’t screw around with lightbulbs. Harharhaharhar… oh, I slay me.



But what’s really funny is when you spot this thing on the rug at 5am, because before coffee and in dim light it looks exactly like a huge steaming pile of dog sh… ummmm…. poop.
While I don’t measure my self-worth by having the latest gadgets, my phone is beginning to be an embarrassment.
Meanwhile, here’s something new: one well known local grocery store now has carts equipped with cup holders. This makes it easier to enjoy a beverage while doing your shopping. I don’t know about you, but I like having a cup of coffee while I cruise up and down the aisles. That’s how I roll.


