A lot of refrigeration changes have been taking place, and in the course of things the refrigeration for part of our wet rack in Produce was turned off, which required some rearranging.
One recent morning I was talking to one of the Produce employees on my first walk around when a woman approached us. She asked if we had gotten rid of our organic fruits. I said no, we had just had to move some things around (didn't mention to her that the apples she had specifically asked about were in the exact same goddamn place), plus it was early so some things hadn't been refilled yet.
She proceeded to tell us that she was glad that we carried organic produce and that there us a large demand in our county for organics but that people had to go out of the county for a better selection. (My store is located in a small type of city where I wouldn't be surprised if I were asked for possum seasoning, so organic fennel is not in high demand.)
That was all good and fine, and I wanted to tell her that we would be expanding our organic selection when the new department was ready. I wanted to, but she wouldn't let me.
This is early in the morning, when I find it difficult to concentrate on anything for more than 15 seconds, and we've already had what I would consider a full conversation. There was a question, there was an answer, there was related small talk, I'm good to go. But she continued to expand.
She worked for the extension office for a lot of years.
She studied food production, and genetically modified food and all the chemicals that go into/onto produce.
She was shopping in another store, and a woman asked her about the difference between the conventional and organic strawberries. I feel sorry for that woman, because I'm sure she got the entire definition from A to Z, along with pithy declarations about Monsanto and her life history.
And as she is going on and on, telling us all about the evils of food, she is getting quieter and quieter. And I have to get closer and closer to hear her. And as I get closer, I notice... an aroma.
There are people who carry with them the remnants of the cigarette they just smoked. There are people whose clothes smell like smoke. There are people whose very essence is infused with the charred remains of half of Virginia's annual GDP. And then there was this woman's breath.
Believe me when I say that if Satan consumed the ashtrays of a thousand chain smokers, gargled with the shit of the damned, and topped it off with extra spicy curry belches, it would not have smelled worse than this woman's breath.
I can only assume that this woman smokes at every possible moment. Either that, or the organic lifestyle is not really worth living, if that's what it gives you. It physically made me feel bad.
Why would you even bother with organics if you are going to do that? Do they make organic cigarettes?
Oh well. Another satisfied customer.
Stay classy RHU!