Over the last year or so, I've become frustrated with the "grazers" on the weekends. They make it difficult for us speed shoppers to navigate the aisles. My two year old daughter and I pass the time in grid-lock by playing a game. I quietly ask her, "What's a piggy say?" She replies with very enthusiastic "Oink, Oink, Oink!" It's really hard to keep a straight face when the oinkers realize what's going on. My wife pretends she doesn't know me.