tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581548700233881084.post8125879910238808637..comments2024-01-05T14:49:50.614-08:00Comments on From Whence the Sweet Bird Sang: A RantSweet Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10821739270102885382noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581548700233881084.post-24636735923221013132008-08-31T21:05:00.000-07:002008-08-31T21:05:00.000-07:00I am sooo with you on this.I am sooo with you on this.Ninahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12807662067052918390noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581548700233881084.post-75285308519792218422008-08-24T08:07:00.000-07:002008-08-24T08:07:00.000-07:00Fair enough about the bagger ladies. I probably sh...Fair enough about the bagger ladies. I probably should've been more explicit about how it's <I>this</I> commissary that sucks so bad. When we were in WA the Fort Lewis commissary was the best, we never had a problem.Sweet Birdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10821739270102885382noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581548700233881084.post-92111800744119959652008-08-24T05:22:00.000-07:002008-08-24T05:22:00.000-07:00Yup--too much to ask these days. But I have many f...Yup--too much to ask these days. But I have many fond memories of the commissary myself. Most particularly doing the family's shopping there, which required two carts and about 300 dollars. A WEEK. My brother played football. He ate a lot. <BR/><BR/>And even though you have to tip them, I always loved the bagger ladies who loaded the bags into the car.Kristin @ Going Countryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00221544641416039741noreply@blogger.com