Frazzled? Discombobulated? Some sort of nonsense word to fit the now nonsensical situation. I greeted Natalie and went to the end of her counter to bag my groceries as she passed them down the conveyor belt towards me. After a few moments she reached the vegetables and she paused to ask me if that was parsley or cilantro. “Parsley,” I replied. The romaine made it through the process without comment and that left only my dandelion substitute, but Natalie properly identified and priced the bundle of kale I had chosen for this occasion. bunny.”
She told me the price and as I selected the bills from my wallet she said, “Poor
“What’s that?” I asked, freezing with my money in hand, hand halfway extended across Natalie’s counter. “No dandelion for bunny today,” she said. She reached for my cash, but recoiled when I wouldn’t let go. I smiled, though I’m not sure if you’d call it a friendly smile, more manic than anything else. “No,” I said. “But could you tell me what everyone else is doing with kale?”
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