Last night I mowed, watered the flowers, and generally cleaned up outside. Wife got home from walking with Abby and reminded me that we needed to make a trip to Fresh Market to pick up some coffee and other stuff.
I slipped on my boat shoes and off we went. Despite my bad attitude at having to go, I love that place, the classical music, the slight bleach-clean-as-a-whistle-smell, and the stuff you can’t find anywhere else.
I told wife I’d go over and get the coffee while she perused the flowers. A third of my first scoop full missed the bag and beans bounced around the coffee barrels. I can be such a klutz. I saw an employee roll her eyes.
I was looking in the freezer section and saw a package that said ‘Banana Babies’ and I just had to have it; frozen bananas on a stick, dipped in either dark or milk chocolate.
Waiting at the checkout I was feeling what I thought was a pebble in my shoe. I took the shoe off and a coffee bean skittered on the floor. My wife rolled her eyes.
After a shower, I plopped down on the couch and was eating a banana baby.
“Let me have a bite.”
“You hate bananas.”
“I just wanna try it, just one bite.”
She took a bite.
Steely Dan 'FM'