Wednesday, June 29, 2016

This Is Why We Can't Have Nacho Things

Sometimes Mrs. Hillbilly Mom outsmarts herself.

Saturday, I was planning to stop by Save A Lot after picking up T-Hoe from the shop, for some shredded lettuce and other makin's for my delicious Super Nachos. Since we'd been out of town state for four days, there were a couple of things I needed. But I was SO HOT from T-Hoe's faulty air conditioner that I could not bear it.

Sunday, I decided to grab a few Nacho-makin's at The Devil's Playground when The Pony and I did the shopping. I won't get my salsa there, but I can get the rest of the stuff. Besides, I had a stockpile of salsa. I picked up the shredded lettuce. Some queso sauce. Frozen Tyson pulled chicken breast. Already had chips. Already had sliced black olives. As I was walking down the onion/tomato aisle for some grape tomatoes for salads, I glanced at the onions. I normally don't get my onions from The Devil. In the past, they have left a bad taste in my mouth. Same with the potatoes. I end up throwing them away. More money down another rathole.

But there they were. White onions. The exact same kind I get at Save A Lot. Same blue net bag. About five onions per bag. It would be silly to make a trip to Save A Lot just for onions. And I really wanted more onions. I backed up (without beeping) to grab a bag of onions.

Once we got home and put everything away, I set to making my Super Nachos for lunch. I sliced open that net bag, and picked an onion. Huh. I tried another one.

THIS is why I don't buy my onions at The Devil's Playground:

His onions, just like The Devil himself, are rotten to the core.

Two out of five onions. ROTTEN! So far. I have only cut into three of them. Looks like I'll be making a trip to Save A Lot sooner than I planned.


Sioux said...

If I were you, I'd take my receipt and the onions back. It's not the money, it's the principle...

And if you pitch such a fit that they arrest you, so what? That only means you'd have time to read, and no Farmer H to bother you.

Hillbilly Mom said...

Heh, heh. Mrs. Hillbilly Mom is not a wave-maker. AND it costs more T-Hoe gas to go to town and back than those rotten onions are worth. Gotta save my money for scratch-off tickets and 44 oz Diet Cokes. THAT is a trip worth the gas.

Time to read! Like Sigourney Weaver, locked up in "A Map of the World," while poor David Strathairn had to pay the scary egg lady to watch the kids while he visited her.

Sioux said...

I forgot to ask: Where is Brook and Amy?

Hillbilly Mom said...

Brook is out of town, and Amy is going wild offering merchandise for rock-bottom prices!

Kathy's Klothesline said...

Take them back!! Walmart will refund the money. I have seen them give refunds for items they didn't even sell, items that are clearly labeled with a K-Mart or Target price tag on them.

Hillbilly Mom said...

Too late. I already tossed them off the back porch! I wish EVERYONE would take them back. All at once. Because every time I buy onions or potatoes from The Devil, they are ROTTEN! I guess that's how The Devil gets away with selling rotten stuff. People don't want to deal with taking it back. My mom would have. FOR me! She would have said, "I feel like I was GYPPED!" Like when Save A Lot didn't give her the sale price on slaw.