written by owen on 2007-Jan-31.
On an average supermarket store shelf, you will see that strawberries are sold in packets of six. I noticed this, like how I notice crazy people on the side of the street, peeing in the corner of a wall. Apparently strawberries are jealous, heartless and conniving fruits. Having more than six in a packet would result in a bloody war or state of armed conflict resulting in murder. June Plums on the other hand are all ugly-a-like and are comfortable beside each other in great numbers. Apples could care less. In an extreme case, a couple shelves down, I found (and was tempted to buy for no reason) cherries which were stacked very bueatifully in sets of fifty. I smiled.
I not so often visit this supermarket. Its the best thing that I've ever seen. I can buy pre-seasoned meat and throw it into a frying pan. But I can't have my cake and eat it too. I can never decide what to get, so I always buy the same things. Unless there are other people there to influence my thoughts and desires to drive me crazy. Never buy coconut water that comes in a can - ever. I need an exit, I'm disgruntled. Well I know that its a wonderful world but I can't feel it right now. Dreams are for fools, they let you down. Vacation time.
The dirty little bank girl stopped by the tomatoes and fondled them. I cannot imagine how often per day those tomatoes were squeezed and smelt and rejected. The best of you. Many times I imagine. And this would all seem new and fascinating to them for the first couple a days. I thought it weird, they all looked perfectly fine to me. I would have just taken up a couple, marry them and be merrily on my way. But I guess I can't see as far, as clear. That is, if I bought tomatoes, in a supermarket, on a thursday night, using a check. I saw another woman come up to the tray of tomatoes like a deer to a watering hole and fondle. Some people just love riding the brakes. Where 2 or 3 are gathered together. I conceded that it must have been some sorta ritual. Thought nothing more of it and moved on, who am I to question the odd, strange, or eccentric sexual pleasures that tomatoes bestow? If it makes you happy.