Back from Gelson's. All I wanted was three chicken tenders - there were fourteen people ahead of me in the deli section - all these awful, spoiled Studio City mothers who couldn't ever be bothered to actually lift a finger and cook for their families. The two of them basically wiped out the twenty-five chicken tenders that were there - so I disgustedly tossed my number and got some Jambalaya from the hot food section, along with some eggs just in case the Jambalaya is no good. And I got some cucumber roll, too. I should have just bailed and gone to Subway but, you know, I was there.