.... if I said I didn’t scream a little when I saw Tanya wearing this from across the cheese section (the fancy kiosk of feta, brie, etc. I don’t hang around that shredded aisle!).
But I did it. I worked up the nerve to ask for a pic when my checkout gal needed her to over ride something on my order. At first I was worried I’d accidentally offend her and next thing you know, she’s ripping out my neck. But she was flattered. At least I think. Really hard to read someone’s emotions when half their face is a big cat.
When you’re the manager you flex all you want. She’s my MANE bitch.
-mh