Non Sequitur by Wiley Miller for March 03, 2020

He likes his stuff.

I like the British version of stuff i.e. clobber!

Looks like someone has studied management stuff.

Sometimes old people forget words and they start calling everything “stuff”.

The teenager organized the stuff incorrectly. It should be healthy stuff, munchies, drinks, . . .

Someone who just “goes” to school.

The “Generic Aisle” sign almost makes this work better without the dialogue.

Sounds like Pantry Pride.

Pfizer also produce their own competitive, generic version of Viagra…

Obviously a detail man.

This is all wrong, there’s no aisle labeled “Whatev”.

the kid really knows his stuff…

Seems perfectly reasonable to me …

Back when I made a lot more use of grocery coupons, I had an organizer with categories based on where I put the items when I got them home: freezer stuff, fridge stuff, liquid stuff, canned stuff, dry stuff, medicine stuff, and grooming stuff.

Looks like he got to put his MSA to good use.

Masters of Stuff Administration.

The next aisle over is the “Random Aisle”

Sheesh, stuffy old man can’t keep up with modern stuff.

But, where is the “good stuff”?

I have a theory that women shop, men raid. When I go to a store it is with the idea of obtaining a specific item. I come in, take the shortest route to where the item is located, snatch it off the shelf and hit the checkout counter. If there is no line, I can be in and out of the store in 90 seconds.

However, grocery store managers are onto people like me. Of course the milk and bread and all the staples will be in the far back corner of the store, always. However, just about the time I learn the lay of the land, they change the land on me and where once dog food could be found is now stocked with feminine hygiene products.

The kid doesn’t have The Right Stuff.

That’s actually not a terrible way of organizing stuff.

Makes me think of the old Far Side ’toon where a woman gets out of her car at the shopping center and one store is signed PLASTIC CRAP and the next store is signed MORE PLASTIC CRAP.

Every generations kids seem like such lovable losers until they up and invent steam engines, cars, electricity, atomic energy, and the internet. Ask where the kids are going and they won’t tell you anything. Ask where your parents have been and they won’t tell you everything.

When i was a kid, we were so poor, we only had stuff at Christmas or Thanksgiving. Sigh.

Why bother to learn the terms when stuff is easier. Modern view of practical education.

Stuff happens…

And the new ad campaign: Get Stuffed!

Stuff it!

How come those shelves are stocked when the media is showing stores with empty shelves?

Is the Stuff Helper next to the Stuffed Stuffing?

I like “stuff.” I have computer file folders named “2020 tax stuff” and “doctor stuff.” “Stuff” makes serious things a bit less serious. And I could have teenage grandkids if I’d ever reproduced.

Whatever, dude!

Just call it an inconvenience store.

“What did the taxidermist most fervently wish to do?”

“Stuff the magic dragon!” [I just now thought this one up, but of course, it’s early yet……..]

This re-disorganization also screws with regular employees who zone the aisles and put things left elsewhere by customers who changed their minds about an item and left a frozen box of lasagna in women’s lingerie. Walmart is notorious for this practice.

Stay away from the tube sock aisle.

Yeah, but at least we knew the names of stuff at one point. Not so sure about those who learn all things from their phones.

As George Carlin used to say, it’s “a place for your stuff”.

The 3 year old Kroger store in Granbury recently moved practically every item in the store and added 100s of feet of refrigerated shelves they filled with bottled drinks. I just figured out where every thing was and now I can find my favorites. I’ll just relearn it and they do it again.

I’m afraid the younger generation probably would not use the word “stuff”.

Going into the “Food ’n Stuff” grocery should have given you a clue.

LOL – ain’t dat da troof……….. good one Wiley!

Simply put, Women shop, Men buy. This I have learned in my age of 74 years – married to a wonderful woman for 49 years.