With thanks to my cousin, Keith Sorenson, for this :
A new supermarket opened in Pulaski, Wisconsin.
It has an automatic water mister to keep the produce fresh.
Just before it goes on, you hear the sound of distant thunder and
the smell of fresh rain.
When you pass the milk cases, you hear cows mooing and you
experience the scent of fresh cut hay.
In the meat department there is the aroma of charcoal
grilled steaks and ribs.
In the liquor department, the fresh, clean, crisp smell of tapped Miller Lite.
When you approach the egg case, you hear hens cluck and
cackle and the air is filled with the pleasing aroma of
bacon and eggs frying.
The bread department features the tantalizing smell of
fresh baked bread & cookies.
I don't buy toilet paper there any more . . . . . .