Workout at the Co-op

While perusing the shelves at a local grocery store (called "co-op," which my German roommate called "coop," like where chickens live, much to my amusement), I came across some cheap-brand Nutella. Always the scout for a deal, I liked the price but was a bit put off by the date stamped at the top: February 27. It was about the 3rd or 4th of March. At first I assumed this was an expiration date. When I returned the next day, I’d convinced myself it wasn’t. I approached the checkout counter and the foodstuff treadmill was rolling. A bug the size of a small cockroach was scuttling along, getting himself a workout. I looked from the bug to the cashier, back to the bug (noticing the cashier follow my glance), to the woman fumbling for change in her wallet in front of me, back to the cashier. I was apparently the only one slightly put off by the bug. The potentially expired “Nutella,” however, is excellent.