>Rock Bottom, Example 937

“Hey, remember Lurleen?” I asked Hubs tonight as we sat in the den.

“Lurleen?” he asked.

“You know,” I said. “She worked at the meats counter at Kroger. And sometimes in the deli. But mostly in the meats. I haven’t seen her in forever. Or that longhaired guy who whistles all the time. Remember him?”

“Yeah,” Hubs said, nodding. “Where have they been? Do you think they were fired?”

“I wonder,” I said thoughtfully. “But you know who’s back? The stoner.”

“Really?” Hubs laughed.

“Yeah,” I said. “He checked me out yesterday.”

“I was at Kroger twice today,” Hubs mused.

“The new deli woman is hilarious,” I continued, chuckling. “She really thinks Boar’s Head is a total rip off. Every time I go in there, she goes on and on about how Private Selection is just as good and so much cheaper.” We both laughed conspiratorially. And then, abruptly, I stopped laughing and frowned.

“What is it?” Hubs asked.

“It’s Saturday night and we’re sitting around reminiscing about our freaking grocery store This is what we’ve been reduced to. We definitely have hit rock bottom.”
Hubs nodded somberly. Parenting. It’s definitely not the new black.

This post originally appeared on Parents.com.