A while back, Dad offered to go shopping for me at Publix on his way home from work in the evenings. Generally, I prepare a little baggie of coupons and shopping list, and hand that over to him the prior evening. Most of the time, he has no problem at the register and comes home with this little grin on his face - along with several items that were decidedly not on my list. As far as Mom and I can tell, he just hates to leave Publix without handing over seven or eight dollars more than I had planned on; usually, the extras include iced tea and a Cuban sandwich, even if he is on his way home to dinner.
