Early on Friday, the supermarket is bustling. I get some greens, some onions. I’m just about to reach over for the bell peppers.
The man next to me knocks down two yellow bell peppers.
They drop.
He scrambles.
He adjusts the open produce bag, hands tight on either side.
A moment passes.
He checks the floor.
Huh. No bell peppers.
He checks the produce bag.
They’re both in it.
He looks at me, eyes wide, fists in the air (still holding the produce bag):
“I caught them!”
Here’s to a day full of wins.
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