There is so much space, people have been lost there and found passed out on the floor, having gorged themselves on Italian cheeses and meats.
For those, who remember the children’s books about the mouse Anatole, by Eve Titus, picture a human, in a giant Italian grocery, instead of a fictional French cheese factory. The human can make himself useful, placing signs in the food as Anatole does, to avoid going to jail. It can be his community service.
We had to eat lunch in the vegetable place. The only place that still had seats, but don’t consider it a demotion, it was very good. Talked to two nice women, who grew up in Scranton. One was in New York, the other, her sister was visiting from L.A.
We will always have the mailing list.