Paris Hilton was photographed with an eager grocery store clerk in Hawaii this holiday weekend, and she didn’t seem to mind the intrusion at all, according to
RadarOnline. Loaded down with lemons aplenty, the blond-haired cocaine-charged socialite was shopping for produce when a Hawaii store clerk recognized her on sight.
“I asked her for a picture and she was really nice,” Liezel, the grocery store worker said. And Paris didn’t just pose for a photo with the young Hawaiian girl, she posed with another store worker named Jao as well.
So why did the socialite need $700 worth of groceries while on the Big Island with her fellow companion Cy Waits? To cook up a storm, of course, as Paris isn’t just arm candy; the girl can cook too.
Paris tweeted that she had made Cy some lasagna for din din and then they cuddled up in their rented Maui home to catch a flick. Sounds like the cop-watching celebrity has decided to lay low for awhile and enjoy the Simple Life afterall. That should keep her off the roads and out of any more jail cells. A wise move on her part, I’d say. But what was the deal with all those lemons she purchased?
Now you’re wondering why in the heck is Paul mentioning a story about Paris Hilton? We’ll we don’t get many celebrities who grocery shop but I recall one time I freaked out…
I see a large black man in my line loading groceries onto the conveyor belt…
“Whoa! That dude looks familiar.” I said to myself.
He walks up to the checkout counter and he’s wearing a white shirt that reads, “FRED JONES BASKETBALL CAMP”
Fred Jones is the former Oregon basketball player who was the 2004 NBA Slam Dunk Champion. I’m a big basketball fan and stuff like this doesn’t happen often.
Me: DUDE! You’re FREDDY JONES!
“Just Fred.” He chuckles.
Me: NBA SLAM DUNK CHAMPION FRED JONES!
He laughs sheepishly as if I either embarrassed him or brushing his ego.
Me: You live around here?
Fred Jones: Yeah, my mom lives up the street from here.
Me: What? You live with your mom?
Fred Jones: Nah man. Nothing like that.
The whole time talking to him, I haven’t rung up any of his groceries…
Fred Jones: [nods to his groceries] Hey… uh… I gotta get going…
Me: Oh right!
BEEP…BEEP…BEEP…
Me: Do you have a saver card?
Fred Jones: Nah.
Me: Do you want one?
Fred Jones: Nah.
Me: Alright… full price it is.
Fred Jones: Full price?
Me: Yeah. You get the discounts with the saver card. Unless your mom has one.
He types in his mothers phone number into the pin pad and the whole time I’m thinking, “GET HIS AUTOGRAPH.”
Me: So you staying for the whole summer?
Fred Jones: Nah. Training camp starts in a few weeks. I’m just here relaxing.
I finish bagging his groceries and load them into the cart.
Fred Jones: Thanks man. Be easy.
Starstruck, I watch him push his grocery cart towards automatic doors…
OH SH*T! I forgot to get his autograph!
I leave my checkstand and start running towards the automatic doors…
Front End Manager: PAUL! WHERE YOU GOING?!?!?! THERE’S A CUSTOMER IN YOUR CHECKSTAND!






