Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Envision your supplements returning

A friend of mine who describes herself as "entirely unspiritual" texted me when she was in Sebastopol recently:  "Love the envision."
Yeah, I thought when I read it, I have no idea what she is talking about.  About a week later I was in my car and noticed white and blue streamers spelling out the word 'envision' on a fence right before I got into town.
Oh, that envision.

At the park with my niece, I seated myself on a bench next to a woman watching several young children.  She told me they had been in a coffeehouse on Main Street and as she was getting everyone together to leave, she set her phone down with a bottle of supplements.  A few minutes later she realized she didn't have her phone.  Racing back, she was relieved her phone had been turned in.  But the bottle was gone.  She laughed, remarking, "You've got to love a town where someone turns in an expensive phone but swipes a bottle of digestive enzymes."

Wandering around the Farmer's Market, I heard a babysitter say to a young boy: "Well, let's look and see.  If your mom packed snacks it's probably cashews and chard and celery sticks.  If your dad packed it then you probably have cupcakes and gummy bears."
Little boy:  "I want some chard."
Babysitter:  "Seriously... that's your first choice?"  Then she muttered parenthetically, "I don't think I knew what chard was at your age."

Filling my water bottles at Whole Foods I half-noticed a teenager walk up to her mom who was next to me.  She dumped some items in a cart.  Her mom handed some hummus back to her daughter shaking her head.  "What is this garlic-basil-cilantro-parsley-pesto-pine nut stuff, probably with kale in it?  She won't eat that.  Just plain hummus, or better yet maybe some artichoke dip."
(And yes, I had to ask her to repeat her descriptive diatribe for me.  It was actually just pesto hummus.)

And also at Whole Foods:  "I think we need to get the right wine.  I mean, we are serving a bunch of liberals tonight."


More license plates:
U BECOME
H20 FALL
N HRMONY
C BRZES





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