July 15, 2009

After putting up with Brazilian Creme do Amendoim for the past couple of weeks, we were sort of on a lackadaisical quest for normal peanut butter.  The Amendocrem is way too sweet and kind of gritty, pretty disappointing. After school today we wandered into a foreign Gàvea Zona Sul and found three banged up jars of Skippy (wahoo!).


They weren’t expired and the safety seals were all in tact, so we grabbed one of the jars and went to the check out.  The check out clerk tried to ring it up, but it didn’t scan so she put it aside and rang up everything else.  Then tried again.  Then typed in the number.  Then the manager came over and took a look, tried a different code, went over to the shelf where we got it.  Then he took our jar, and the remaining two jars and left the store.  What? Where did he go? It was pretty bizarre.  Ten minutes later he came back.

“This isn’t something that we sell here, this isn’t ours.” Weird.  Well, we still wanted to buy it, they just couldn’t figure out what to charge us.  He had called a different Zona Sul.  R$19 he said.  Ridiculous! Who would pay almost ten dollars for peanut butter.  We asked if they could make up a number.  After standing there for literally fifteen minutes while all of this happened, he grabbed a jar of Nutella (R$11) rang it up, and we set off with our Skippy.


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