Welcome to yet another installment of Jennifer’s Meijer adventures. I should be earning free groceries for all these Meijer laden posts. Are you listening Fred Meijer??
So the excitement today was this:
Meijer was on fire. (I’m a poet and didn’t even know it!) (I’m sorry that was lame.)
Really! Meijer was on fire while I was THERE this morning! I truly couldn’t make this stuff up.
As I paid for my groceries, I saw the manager rushing towards the deli with a fire extinguisher in hand. The cashier (who was an excellent bagger, by the way), nervously told me, “Ha! Yeah, there’s a fire. Ha. Ha, ha!,” and yelled at her manager, “send smoke signals if you need help!” (I’m sorry, again, that was also lame.)
I looked up and saw smoke billowing from the deli area.
And you know what a fire means, right? That’s right! Firemen! Raur!
Too bad they didn’t arrive until after I had pulled out of the parking lot. I might have needed to be revived by mouth to mouth resuscitation when I was overcome with smoke. *cough, cough*