Odessa

I've been to the supermarket on the days going up to major holidays and such, but going today was a bit surreal. It was crowded, heck, it is always crowded on Saturday. The make up of the crowd and where they were accumulated was different. The deli was stacked three deep. I felt sorry for the poor girl attempting to stock the case with wings - she may as well have tossed them into the crowd like beads at a Mardi Grads parade. Produce was relatively empty. The jumbo sized packages of meat were going like hot cakes. Then I looked around. Where did these guys come from? These were not your ordinary guys - these were guys I could imagine painting their chests on frosty days in a football stadium. Furthermore, they, not their lady companions, were the ones leading the charge to grab every artery clogging tidbit they could find. These were MEN, damn it, and they were not going to have any part of raw broccoli or cucumber sandwiches. Celery and carrots need only apply if they are going to sit next to wings. Superbowl Sunday is a strange holiday.