As I pushed my loaded cart around Kroger this afternoon, the soothing Muzak tunes were interrupted periodically by "inter-office" calls between Kroger employees. For example, "Karla, call for the meat department - 4689", "Greg, report to the deli" etc. What really made me laugh out loud (yes, I know, it seems I laugh out loud a lot, and I really do...) is when Brooklyn, after each page, yelled up to the ceiling in the general direction of the intercom- "OKAY!" Every time. It was one of my funnier Kroger trips.