A woman was telling her neighbour about the supermarket that had opened recently on the outskirts of town. "It's very state of the art and designed to make shopping a natural and relaxing experience. It has an automatic water mister to keep all the fruit fresh. Just before it switches on, you hear the sound of distant thunder and smell the aroma of fresh rain. As you approach the milk aisle, you hear cows mooing and there's the scent of fresh hay. As you approach the eggs, you hear hens clucking and the air is filled with the delicious smell of bacon and eggs frying. And the vegetable department features the aroma of fresh buttered corn." "It sounds wonderful," enthused the neighbour. "Yes, but I don't buy toilet paper there any more." My mother is the kind of woman you don't want to be in line behind at the supermarket. She has coupons for coupons. Chris Rock