Monks and the munchies

I was recently thinking not much has happened in the way of "blog material."  The next day I was sitting outside of Community Market and a guy went by me pointing something at me and bellowing, "Zook attack!  Zook attack!"  It took me a moment to figure out what a zook attack was until I realized he was holding zucchini.

Walking into Whole Foods last week, I saw several female (I believe Tibetan) monks:  barefoot, shaved heads and in monastic attire.  Someone at the deli commented to me, "You know if we lived anywhere else, it would be cool seeing these monks outside.  Here, nobody thinks anything of it.  It's like 'monks, healers, reiki masters... blah blah blah - pass the salt.'" 
(Himalayan salt, I'd imagine.)

A woman told me her neighbor was complaining about this time of year, and she thought she meant kids being out of school and having to entertain them.  As it turned out, the woman was complaining about solstice and the "far too many solstice events" going on this weekend.  How can one spend time with family, she was lamenting, when there are solstice activities day and night all weekend long?

The cashier and I were chatting about how many people were in line at 8:45 one evening at Whole Foods.  He mentioned it wasn't too uncommon for it to get crowded right before the store closes.  "There are a lot of people here right now who... you know, basically have the munchies.  I would say we're not selling a lot of fresh produce right now."  I did notice the two people behind me had potato chips, corn chips, lemon bars, pop tarts, coconut something-balls and cookies.  And several Kombuchas to balance everything out.

I had a Sebastopol moment when I moved recently.  A friend was laughing at me that I had no food to bring to my new place, but I did have an entire box of supplements. 


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