Political Unrest

Have I ever told you that I think my husband is one of the funniest people I know?  Well, he is.  He is very dry and quick witted and sarcastic – my three favorite qualities in a humorist. 

My Honey and I were at the grocery store the other day, and as we entered the produce department he commented that he was getting potatoes because he felt creepy every time he walked into the kitchen. 

“Huh?” I asked.   I couldn’t figure out the corrolation between feeling creepy and potatoes in the kitchen. 

“The potatoes, they’re creepy,” he repeated, giving a dramatic shudder.  “They keep looking at me.  Their eyes follow me around the kitchen.”

That gave me a vision directly from the fruit and vegetable bins in my kitchen.  I could see what he was talking about.  There were about nine old potatoes in the bin and each was sprouting “eyes.”  Long, green stalks protruded from each of the spuds, and they may even be waving gently in the draft from the cooler vent giving them a creepy, crawly sense of being alive.

“I keep thinking that they will join forces with the brown bananas and start a coup,” he told me in his best Walter Cronkite “and that’s the way it is” voice.

That did it.  Now I was cackling away in the Fry’s produce department. 

Don’t you think it’s strange how many of my weird, ridiculous stories take place in the produce department of the grocery store.