There likely isn’t a single individual alive who enjoys going grocery shopping. You plan to go in for the mere bare essentials and along the way back from the rear corner of the store where they keep the milk, you find yourself with one item too many to qualify for the express checkout. As you wait to make your final purchases six persons back, the costumer at the register holding up the line as she insists her arthritis supplement was on sale for 12 cents cheaper, you do what everyone else in line does to pass the time, you thumb through a tabloid. Do you grab that copy of THE ENQUIRER and ponder whether or not that shopped image of Angelina’s stomach reveals a “baby bump”? Do you approximate your sexual prowess in the latest COSMO quiz? No. Your attention is caught by that thin print periodical whose cover feature aliens, Bigfoot and, of course, the ever-popular Bat Boy.
Posted by Michael Compton
Dec 11, 2010