The title is about this down here, not that up there. My love affair with Harris Teeter has rekindled, after a severe rough patch. See, I found them free cookies everybody's been talking about. And they were good. So all is forgiven, H. Teet. The woogedy shopping carts, the long lines at the sub-making window, the no bay leaves. No bay leaves! What kind of a grocery store doesn't carry bay leaves, for crying out--oops, let it get away from me a little there. Okay, I'm fine. It's all good, as those damn punk kids down the street say.