A message to...you know who you are, at least you should

I am back. This will be short. I have a message to the guy I saw today while at the supermarket. That is a funny word "supermarket". By its name, it should be a super market. I guess in some ways it, in terms of selection, when the items are in stock (where were the regular Lays Stax? The Pringles Light [as if that is going to make a difference, I mean they may just kill me slowly and more painfully in the end]?) but it ceases to be so if the stuff I want is not in stock. As well, the produce, while okay by and large, is not "super". I would like to buy from a real market but who has the time or inclination to drive to the "market", so I will stick with the so-called supermarket.

Here is the message to the older, heavy set guy in the shorts and green mesh tank top, the Village People called, they want their tank top back. Damn, it is difficult to find outwardly gay famous people to reference. I could have chosen Rock Hudson, though he has been dead for like 20 years, so I am not sure how relevant he really is. It was just a thought but it has passed. Well, that was the message, now back to your lives. Ciao.