Saturday, September 10, 2005
I was walking through the produce section of the grocery store a little while ago, casually fondling the sorry looking late summer tomatoes when an elderly woman with a crazed look in her eye grasped my arm firmly. She leaned in close to my face and hissed, "I'm turning 87 years old tomorrow and they expect me to buy bananas that are that green?!" Then she released me and hobbled away from the offensively unripe bananas and onto the card aisle with her cart. I glanced at the bananas. They were exceptionally green. She had a point, however based on her spunk and gumption, I don't think she was going anywhere before those bananas had a chance to ripen. I love old people.