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In this edition of Dartoid’s World, Dartoid proves to his wife once and for all that he can save money at the grocery store, and will he starve to death as a result?

From Dartoid’sWorld:

If you’re anything like me – married and male – you seldom go to the grocery, except to buy beer or, perhaps, on weekend game days to tag along with your wife and fill up on the sample products the little old ladies give away for free.

Shorty after I was married my wife handed me a list and asked me to go shopping for her. I agreed because, well, that’s what new husbands or husbands who’ve been married for almost thirty years do. We go INSANE, temporarily, in the middle marriage years and argue about such things but gradually learn that happily agreeing to any request is the only safe way to go.

I went to Kroger’s and pushed a cart around the aisles. I picked up item after item on the list, looked at the price and put it back on the shelf. NO WAY was I going to spend fifty cents for a loaf of bread! NO WAY was I going to spend $1.59 for a pound of hamburger! Hell, the damn hamburger cost forty cents MORE than a damn gallon of gas!

So I found the aisle with the generic products in the black and white packaging. It was here that I filled up my cart with everything from canned tuna to paper towels. I was proud when I arrived home with every single item my wife requested. I was pleased to have successfully completed my assigned task AND saved about ten bucks. My wife was HORRIFIED and promptly fired me from grocery duty forever and all time.

And, pretty much, that’s the way things have remained in the Dartoid household for the past twenty-eight years. My wife buys the food. My dog and I eat the food. It’s a good arrangement.

Still, occasionally, I follow along…

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