Bought my groceries without incident and had high hopes for escaping without any random friendly conversation attempts (I think perhaps the Harry Potter gossip might have discourage people today) when I had to pause at the door to have my receipt checked by the door guy. And, apparently, the assistant door guy who fancies himself a humorist.
"I bet you really know how to cook, look at all that microwavable stuff. Pizza rolls, outstanding, your husband must be a happy man."
ANNNNDDD I snapped.
I snatched my receipt back and tucked it into my purse, offering the Nosey Bastard a friendly, innocent smile. "Oh, I don't have to cook, I'm great in bed. Have a good day."
So - yes, not going back to THAT particular Volde-Mart for awhile.
Not that anyone probably needs context, but there it is anyway.