I stopped by the local Ralph's (supermarket) to pick up some dinner, since I'd made sure that I wouldn't be leaving any opened food packages or perishable items seeing as how I'm leaving tomorrow for 10 days away, so I'd eaten everything in the house and didn't want to open anything new. Trips to Ralph's are always an experience since I live in Brentwood, the hottest of the hot, the chic-est of the chic... well, except for Beverly Hills. But I don't think there's a Ralph's in Beverly Hills.

Anyways, one of my roommates firmly maintains that this Ralph's has higher prices than the others in the area, something which I've found not to be true. But he still insists that they're charging admission for the show. Because in Brentwood, you have to look nice no matter what. Even if you're going to the supermarket, you're still going to have to dress up. And the women especially -- they pull that "I'm trying to look like I'm dressed down even though I'm dressed up" look by wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, but a closer inspection reveals the outfit is from Abercrombie & Fitch or some other designer place, the hair is carefully done to look like it's a mess and the makeup has been painstakingly applied.

So I was all set to see what beautiful creations were roaming around Ralph's tonight when I pulled into the parking space, opened the door, got out of the car -- and stepped out right onto someone's pink panties that had been left on the ground in the parking lot.