"I'm sorry!" I said to my fellow grocery shopper as he stood gazing over the cart I had left behind for a minute at the shelf beyond. "Let me move that!"
"Oh, you're fine," he told me. "It's not even in my way. I'm just nosy, and I was looking at what was in there.
"Oh!" I laughed as I rolled away. "I hope it was interesting!"
A little while later, I passed him again, and this time, he had his cart with him. It was literally half full of NY strip steaks—there was over a thousand dollars' worth of meat in there! I looked down at the oranges, fennel, potatoes, and olives in my own cart and thought how boring they were in comparison.
Because nothing tells a story like a cart full of meat.
ReplyDeleteBoring? Your cart tells a much more interesting story - texture, variety, taste. I might need to go to the store and look around at other people's carts more.
ReplyDeleteHow funny--I think that your cart sounds much more interesting! It's fun to imagine each of you admiring each others' carts. I love how your writing has brought this moment to life!
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