I check with the Clintonville Community Market on Crestview last Wednesday to make sure they have a supply of fresh Mozarella from Minerva. I tell them I need it Sunday. They give me some kind of reassurance it'll be there and fresh for me.
Today I go in, walk briskly by the patchouli Aisle and inform the staff (they all gave me the peace sign) I can't find my mozz in the case. "Well, the chesse guy doesn't saunter in until 2 pm. Sorry."
"Yeah ... sorry ... me too."
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