Trader Joe’s by the way, is an American chain of specialty grocery stores that caters to health-conscious folks without emptying the contents of their wallets (unlike Whole Foods).
I copped a feel of this grapefruit that looked promising. As I held it in my hands, gently squeezing it, I glanced at the front door area where a multitude of fresh flower bouquets sat on a special display. Today was Valentine’s Day. Several men hovered around the flowers, taking their time, smelling the individual bouquets and examining them thoughtfully. Then, every few minutes or so, a dude would walk in and mindlessly grab a bouquet as he walked by. No checking it out whatsoever, just snatching up the nearest one. I could just sense them thinking, Obligatory Valentines bouquet, CHECK!
A little ways to the right, a variety of chocolate bars sat on another display, and many longing eyes passed them – except for one lady on her phone. “Ohmygawd, they have, like, the best chocolate combinations. Ever. Like ohmgawd. This shit is serious, Becky! Should I get the sea salt and dark chocolate or the coconut caramel? I just like, can’t make a freaking decision! GAWD…” She absentmindedly twirled her bleach blonde hair with the free hand, and then placed that finger on her pouty lip, looking up at the ceiling in order to think extra hard. Brain, are you there? It’s me, Barbie! I can’t decide on this chocolate, ohmygawd… I spied hot pink bejeweled nails.
I wandered on over to the booze section since I needed to pick up some saké. For whatever reason, several lumberjacks were there. Probably not real lumberjacks. Just the fully-bearded, plaid-clad fellas sporting suspenders in the name of fashion. Or maybe there was a secret lumberjack convention I didn’t know about. Axe-wielding, maple syrup-guzzling, muscle-rippling, mountain man goodness. Let’s think about this for a moment. Picture these guys below picking out quality wines and maybe some butternut squash risotto. Y’know, just stopping by Trader Joe’s on their way back to their cabins where the Missus is waiting eagerly. I can appreciate that.