WHAT'S SPILLING FROM THE BAG?

Mama and I went to the grocery last week. We drove Susan's van. When we got home I carried in Mama's groceries and put them in the kitchen. It wasn't long until she called and asked if I had missed anything I had bought. I told her I hadn't. She said she had a sack of flour or sugar or meal and it wasn't hers. I assured her that I hadn't bought anything like that either. A day or so later I was at Mama's and she asked me about it again. So I looked at it and immediately laughed off my head. It was a sack of sand from the beach at Perdido Key, Florida. Susan had brought it home in July and it was still in her van. I'm glad she didn't use it for cooking.