On the Express line (the real express line, the "About 10 items or less" one. I love that "about.") at the Foodtown, the woman in front of me had:
A bucket of fried chicken
Three cans of Alpo
A large bottle of Bayer aspirin
It suggested something, although I don't know what.
In the interests of full disclosure: I had a little tray of the expensive super-skinny kind of green beans (yes, I know, haricots verts, but my brother-in-law who spent his adolescence in France makes fun of me when I call them that. "That means green beans!" he objects.); parsnips; a net bag of onions; a pint of heavy cream. I bought my Oprah, Advil and Yesterday's News earlier in the week, and I'm not allowed to have fried chicken until I'm thinner.