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Over the weekend of July 4th, I was in Philly at my aunt and uncle's house. On Sunday, mom and I were driving from there to NH. Now, a car trip of that length means we need food and drink, since we really don't want to have to stop for anything other than gas and pee breaks. The solution was for me to run over to Whole Foods and pick something up while she went to help my sister change her mobile phone plan (med student, needed smartphone with data plan). She asked me to also pick up the apple-lemon juice my aunt served us the night before.
I got to the market, headed over to the juice section, and panicked. No sign of any apple-lemon juice at all. I had been an idiot and not checked the bottle, or asked my aunt what brand it was. My solution was to wander around, pick up the other foodstuffs, and then find someone and ask.
The someone I found was amazing. He brought me back to the juice section, couldn't find anything like that, and went off to ask someone else. He came back with a bottle of juice that didn't look familiar, except in as much as it was a juice brand I drink often.
So he damaged out a bottle and opened it for me to try.
I got two extra bottles. It was exactly the right juice.
Yay!
I got to the market, headed over to the juice section, and panicked. No sign of any apple-lemon juice at all. I had been an idiot and not checked the bottle, or asked my aunt what brand it was. My solution was to wander around, pick up the other foodstuffs, and then find someone and ask.
The someone I found was amazing. He brought me back to the juice section, couldn't find anything like that, and went off to ask someone else. He came back with a bottle of juice that didn't look familiar, except in as much as it was a juice brand I drink often.
So he damaged out a bottle and opened it for me to try.
I got two extra bottles. It was exactly the right juice.
Yay!