Women take note: If your boyfriend, husband, or significant other is taking excessive trips to the downtown Harris Teeter, watch out. He's not just on the hunt for the perfect ramen noodles. No, no. He's hunting for fresh meat. On any given night, downtown's Harris Teeter becomes a parade of scantily clad co-eds strolling the frozen food aisle for Lean Cuisines. I can say this because I used to be one of them. It may still be winter, but when you're 21 and getting ready for a night on the town, a mini skirt and a tube top is more than enough clothing. And it's always the gal that opted not to wear a bra that night that volunteers to grab an extra pint of Ben & Jerry's, too. So next time you need to restock the cabinets, beware: Your man thinks Harris Teeter is like a colder and more clothed version of Thee Southern Belle.
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