After I-66 mentioned Uggs and Ms. Baker mentioned El Nuevo Giagante, I feel like wasting a few moments on grocery stores and bad fashion.

Last night on the way home from Charlottesville I stopped at the Glebe Rd. Harris Teeter.  Having lived in the shadow this grocery store for two years, I still feel like it's *my* grocery store.  I know exactly where to find whatever it is I'm looking for, and they always have it.  Thus, last night's expedition reminded me, sadly, that even though the new Columbia Heights Giant is infinitely better than any other grocery store in Ward One, it's still no Harris Teeter.  The HT's got the best wine selection, meat selection, beer selection, wine selection, produce selection, and wine selection of any grocery store in the area.  And the best salsa selection to boot, despite Giant's Aisle De Goya.

The HT also has more attractive patrons.  If you ask me, the Social Safeway's got nothing on the Glebe Harris Teeter.  It's a meat market, literally and figuratively.  But, because people are obviously putting some thought into what they're wearing to the grocery store, you do see some fashion mistakes.  Last night I saw an otherwise attractive girl wearing what I can only describe as clamdiggers (kind of like capri pants but flowyish) and Ugg boots.  First and foremost, if you have these boots you need to immediately find a metal trash can and burn them.  Or give them to me - my dog would love another chew toy.  Anyway, the girl looked ridiculous - was she there getting supplies for Ghengis Khan's next horde?  So I move to the next aisle and what do I see?  Another girl with Uggs.  See, what we have here is an ability to read Vogue, but an inability to practically apply that knowledge in real life.  So ladies, please, off with the Ugg.

For the record, I'm still a straight man.