Daytime drama

Could've killed the cashier girl, AGAIN charging me for cilantro when I really bought parsley.  Had to check the actual bag AGAIN making sure I was right that it was indeed parsley.  $1.58 a bunch is much different than under a buck seasoning (going in tonight's chicken pot pie under puff pastry). Not that I couldn't find a use for cilantro if I tried to, but to have accidentally bought it instead of parsley makes a difference.  It means it was MY fault, my thoughts were perhaps elsewhere, focusing not intently upon the leaf shape, imagining the future wrong, misleading myself intuitively toward a recipe, like blacked out.  Irony was, the bunch actually was cilantro.  I'd thought, perhaps she sees all these tortillas I'm buying, both corn and similarly small-sized flour, the two limes, Nicki's Salsa (bought at a nearby Hugo's).  Plus my jumbo shells, two packages I'll lighten up (simple comfort food, again!) and serve with meat sauce throughout the school year. But back to the cilantro, and having to get used to dried parsley.  I'll adapt my expectations, follow through with my rice crispie bars (two layers tall, always), plan ahead for no-bake Eclair cake (Hugo's had my French vanilla), and get on chopping my vegetables...three carrots to peel and halve lengthwise, to slice 1/4 inch thick, and a stick of celery to MINCE, an entire onion chopped fine.