Blog it’s been too long. I will now come out of my
married cocoon and blossom with stories.
My story starts in Walmart. If I were a bug,
Walmart would be a bright, iridescent light. I don’t want to go visit it, but I
must.
So I’m there waiting in the checkout line one early
morning, trying to capture the QR code on the gum rack, and I noticed this guy
studying a banana.
He’s a middle-aged man, well-dressed, and clearly
on his way to work. Just stopped to grab a banana.
His eyes are locked on the yellow fruit, turning it
slowly in his hands. Flipping, rolling, examining aren’t enough to find
whatever treasure he is seeking.
I too am drawn in to this man’s quest, as I look
from afar to also try to discover the banana’s secret. All too soon it his turn
in line.
The man approached the checkout lady and
desperately exclaimed that he couldn’t find the barcode anywhere. He even
rotated it all the way around for her to see. The cashier then delicately took
the banana from him and set it on the electronic reader.
“It’s a banana,” she said. “We weigh it to
determine the price.”
Well duh. The lightbulb went off in this man’s head
as he realized that none of the bananas have barcodes on them. Probably not
that guy’s brightest moment.
