Lately I’ve been adding a clementine to my morning oatmeal, tossing it in while it simmers on the stove.
Which brings me to Whole Foods, trolling for one. Despite their mammoth fruit and produce department, none are in sight, until I spot a bunch in a bushel. I say to the nearby fruit man, “How much are these, so I can tell the cashier since they aren’t marked.”
He grabs it out of my hand like an autographed baseball and says,”No for sale yet.”
“Why not? Just tell me what they’ll be.”
“I say, no for sale,” deigns the Zeus of Fruit.
I’m pissed, but have no time to fight with a guy whose name tag says, Hecto, the r falling off somewhere between pears and beets.
As I pad home, still dreaming of a little citrus waltzing with my oats, I see my favorite fruit man on the corner.
Having no cash, I say, “Can I take a clementine, and pay you later?” He says, with a smile that always reminds me of a crooked fence, “I do one better, I give it to you.”
I smile, my faith in humanity restored when he says, “Please, take two.” 🙂
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