Dali With A Supermarket Trolley

In my previous post about Spain, I journaled about how I learned to never touch the produce. Funnily enough, that lesson learned paid off for an Italian tourist this morning.

Very early today I went to the supermarket. I like going to the supermarket early in the morning because everything is clean and in its place. The tourists are and drunks are fast asleep and I can pretty much take my time without feeling like I'm going to get hit by an errant toddler or a tourist walking sideways with their eyes closed..

There was one other very stylish looking woman in the produce section looking around, very perplexed. I didn't actually pay any attention but then she walks up to me with a bag full of very green bananas (and no, they were not plantains) and says "Scoozi.." She keeps saying "uhmm..ohmm..no..no one here!" And she starts pointing around the empty produce section holding this bag of bananas like it was Christofle china. I said, "It's OK. Pay there!" and I pointed to the check out lanes. She smiled and said "grazie" and was very grateful that she had not committed a criminal act that would have produced the Veggie Polizia to come after her screaming "NO TOUCH BANANAS!"

Oddly, it was bananas that got me busted in Madrid and here she was buying bananas with fear. It is a small world, after all.

In very unexciting news, I'm trying to get my housework done but want to go out. The clouds are building and it's 400 degrees outside so I reckon I'll just get on with the housework. I'm going out at 1:30 but not for anything exciting.