Shopping

A while ago a new supermarket opened in my home town.

It has everything you could conceivably think of to

entice the customer in.

It has an automatic water mister to keep the produce fresh.

Just before it turns on, you hear the sound of distant thunder and

the smell of fresh rain.

When you pass the milk cases, you hear cows mooing and there is the

scent of freshly mowed hay.

In the meat department there is the aroma of charcoal grilled steaks with

onions.

When you approach the egg case, you hear hens clucking and

cackling, and the air is filled with the pleasing aroma of bacon and eggs frying.

The bread department features the tantalizing smell of fresh baked bread and

cookies.

I don't buy toilet paper there anymore.