Just in case you were wondering...The Pony's grocery packaging selection streak remains alive.
Uh huh. That's not a decorative crescent moon on the back of these Triscuits, but rather a significant slice from the stock boy's box-cutter. Let the record show that it was a case of no harm, no foul, because the bag inside containing the Triscuits was not damaged. That I know of. Because I only ate four before I figured out that they were not my coveted Roasted Garlic Triscuits, but instead Rosemary & Olive Oil Triscuits, an abomination to Triscuithood. Actually, I ate three before I knew, but then, why let a Triscuit already out of the box go to waste, even though you find it abhorrent and repulsive?
I hope the chickens like Rosemary & Olive Oil.
Sorry if the title tricked you. All of you cruising past the scene of this accident, wondering how many stitches were needed to repair The Pony's package. There is no truth to the rumor that Val was found holding the contents in the middle of Little Caesar's.