The Mold Has Spread To The Brain

I really fancied burritos, so on my way home from work, I popped into my local small supermarket, grabbing the ingredients as I went along. There was only one pack of tortillas left, but when I picked it up, the contents were visibly rotting. There was green and blue mould all over the top and bottom tortilla, and black water gathering in the bottom of the packet.

I hastily changed my mind (I went and got nacho chips instead – basically the same recipe) and went to check out, taking the ex-tortillas with me. 

At the checkout, I handed them to the assistant.

Me: “I picked these up, but as you can see, they’re not doing very well!”

She looks at them, looks at me, looks at them again, then puts them through the scanner.

Me: “No, I don’t want them! I just thought they shouldn’t be on the shelves; they’ve obviously gone off!”

Assistant: “So you don’t want them?”

Me: “No, they’ve gone bad. Look at them.”

She picks them back up, looks at them, looks at me, looks at them again, then voids them from the scanner and puts them behind her.

All well and good.

Until almost a week later. I still wanted burritos, so on my way home from work, I went into the supermarket again. 

The packet of rotting tortillas was back on the shelf, now almost entirely liquid. 

I abandoned my basket and have never been back.