Dear Journal,
The other I visited what Americans call the "grocery store". It was quite an experience. After all these years, I thought tha Frank my driver accumulated all of my food and delivered it. I had no idea that these stores existed.
They had many aisles with every food possible. I was very impressed by this one section with cheese. There were all kinds of cheese there. Swiss Cheese, American Cheese, Provalone, Cheddar, and mnay, many more. While standing there in awe, I thought..."cheese. Cheese comes from Wisconsin. I'm down in Wisconsin. Hey reporters!! Come interview me in front of the cheese!!" They did. They asked me many questions, especially about my comments about the surge, but I think I handled them well. Some reporter must have told a joke cause a few of them were laughing and chuckling as I was giving my response. I wish I could find out what they were laughing about.
My dear diary, did you know that they had milk there too? I saw it. I even found out that some lady payed over $4 for a gallon of milk. Maybe we need to start exploring for more milk. Where does milk come from anyways? Frank always gets it for me, along with filling up the car and driving me around. Boy do I love Frank. He's so helpful.
At the front of the store, there is what the working class call the "check-out line". I helped a lovely lady check out. They had this cool thing where you slide the item across it and the price appears on this machine and it also calculates the total. I was quite impressed again. I tried to catch on that i knew what i was doing, so I hope I didn't look clueless. The lady actually payed with something called "cash". I asked her what that was. I'm used to paying with a credit card. Actually, Frank pays with things on my credit card.
Anyways, It was a real informational day. It's nice to see how lower, normal Americans live. Until next time. Tomorrow, Senator Obama is visiting East Germany aftre arriving from Mesopotamia. Love you lots.
Johnny