Crazy Dave: no market, he. A man. Crazy as all hell broken loose. But, a man.
Within days, this question which shook my soul was answered. The answer? Crazy Dave.
"No." I stated, definitively. "And I don't want to. But I can guess."
After the Piggly Wiggly, there is no more southern a market than the Store of Sam: if Wal-Mart could not supply me the pickled meat I craved, where in the south could I find it? A southern staple it was not; is it that my beloved vinegar and spice drowned bologna roll cannot be found south of the Mason-Dixon?
Leaving the scene, Darwin asked. "You know where he got that pickled bologna, don't you?"
Word is, they have pickled bologna here. And that alone is five stars.
"What's pickled bologna?" The clerk at the Wal-Mart asked, while raising in offering a package of the Oscar Mayer sliced. "You mean this?"
Dave pulled up next to us. Stopped. Looked at us and smiled. I looked back. "What the f . . ."
Pull over I did. Conversations ensued in the flash of yellow lights.
"Oh. I can do that. Tow truck." He replied.
It was months later that the subject came up again. Crazy Dave had seen us driving down Deltona and chased us down. Traffic was heavy with the afternoon rush, but Dave was in his converted GMC tow truck with the rack of yellow caution lights on top and a surface painted a textured green (you know, like around a swimming pool. So your feet don't fly out from under you when you're strolling on the truck's hood in the rain . . .), and Dave caught up to us with ease. Hitting his yellows and turning onto the grassy median, Dave floored it, bouncing past the after work traffic like they were stopped at a light. Which they were. Stopped at a light. At Northcliff.
When me and Darwin stopped by for a visit, I had not an inkling I'd leave with a jar of pickled meat. Produced by Dave as if by magic. Given freely, he asked nothing in return. I thanked him. Asked no questions.
Most of the time sale items are sold out and never more than 2 or 3 registers open...and 2 of them are the 10 or less, or 20 or less items. Want to get out of there quicker, Bragg your own stuff. Bag boys are too busy shooting the breeze to help a cashier. Useless....
Now, as a young lad, I always thought pickled bologna to be a peccadillo committed to satiate the southern pallet. My stay in the South has taught me otherwise.
"Winn Dixie."
But I did concede one point: "What store was he at?"
Great plaza has a few great stores to get pets needs and the hardware store that has stuff Lowe's and home Depot don't.!
Already have put in a few reviews but never a problem with winn Dixie just check the expiration dates on everything you purchase
"Did I say my bologna has a first name?" I answered in shock. "No. I don't mean that."
This is a pretty good store. It would have gotten a 5-star rating but they need to have more employees around the store so that if you need something someone is available to help you. Also I really wish this location had a Fresh Fish Department it is only a small fish counter with pre-packaged Seafood. The employees are always friendly. The parking is always easy and this store is never very busy.
"Better just pull over." Darwin interrupted.
"Yeah. I'm not so sure . . ." I began.
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