So I was at my local grocery store today, which is probably my second home. I spend so much time there, and the one near us serves free coffee, so hey, how can I refuse? Anyway, I was looking for some nice red peppers to incorporate into a veggie tray for New Years' Eve - lots of pressure.
Well, today they didn't have very great red peppers. Most of them had bruises, and not anything you could cut up and serve to people even disguised in a dip. One after another after another I picked up, and they were all second class. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a middle aged woman frowning with cart firmly in hand (like a weapon).
"Um, sorry, am I in your way?", I stammered politely.
"No, it's not a problem", she sneered. "I'm just watching you handling all of the red peppers.."
"Mmm...Well there aren't any good ones.." (I checked my hands to make sure I didn't look like a leper).
As if to prove a point, she proceeded to stuff all the peppers she could handle into her plastic bag without even checking to see if they had any blemishes.
Then I slunk (is that a word?) away trying not to let anyone know how humiliated I was...
Later I thought of all kinds of come-backs. Why is it later that you think of all this stuff? Like, lady, if you're reading this right now, I was just watching you being so indiscriminating about your pepper selection. I mean, do you not have any standards?
O.K. maybe I have a bit more to travel on my jourmey.