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What a man will do for a jar of Chili-Corn Salsa.  Yep, I actually visited a Trader Joe's twice in less than 24 hours this week to grab me a mess of them jars of that Chili- Corn Salsa.  That's some good stuff indeed.  Even grabbed me two jars of the Cowboy Caviar Salsa to see how that behaves on my tongue.  How bad can it be?

Truth be told, this was my first visit to a Trader Joe's.  And my suspicions were correct;  that it was most likely gonna be one of the foo-foo Yuppie type places.  A place that Lewis Grizzard would have NEVER visited.  At least not more than once.  Sorta like that time Lewis picked up a hitch hiker in California, and that ole' tried to kiss him.  Lewis put him out shortly thereafter, and confessed to the an Agriculture Inspector a few miles down the road when asked; "have you any fruit that may have fruit-flies on it?"  Lewis replied; "nope, but I did pick up a fellow a few miles that tried to kiss me, but I put his ass out."

Bottom line is:  apparently to qualify to work there one must be Woke, Worldly, Fruity, have a least fifty tattoos, and a host of piercing to include a nose ring.  And too, one must possess the off the wall wildest f-up'd hair ever seen.
What a fella will do for that Chili Corn Salsa.  I'm thinking I'm gonna learn how to make it myself.