Plus, the local grocery store sells the fucking sample boxes of Fruity Pebbles for more than what Walmart charges for the Fat Fucking Family sized box.
I can blame it on the gaggle of kids.
Plus my son, who is 5, likes to tell people to get out of the damn way. In those words. No idea where he picked that up.
Oh. You live in the South too. I used to be the night manager of a Harris Teeter, and yeah, they're high. Except the buy 2 get 3 free deals they have from time to time.