I don’t know about YOUR Giant Eagle, but back where you can buy cheese from every place including Jupiter, MY Giant Eagle has this soul-sucking, scary-as-Ebola, blue-eyed, five-o-clock-shadowed, eyebrow-plucking, toupee-wearing, sombrero-hatted, overall-outfitted mannequin that I’m pretty sure if you get close enough to will blink once just to make you crap your pants.

Shiver.

Category: Weird Burghers | May 30, 2007 | |