The garden is exploding (thanks to BJ’s hard work), but we were surprised to see how mutant-like some of our cucumbers were.
I mean, hey, they’re still cucumbers. Just a little off-beat.
Related to gardening, though: I was cooling off in the Honda while BJ picked up some supplies at Wal-Mart and happened to witness an epic narrative concerning a single, abandoned shopping cart.
Scene One: Couple gets into giant, Texas-flag-bearing truck and leaves their cart in the middle of the empty space next to them. They are a mere four spaces away from the cart return. I judge them.
Scene Two: Noble-looking Texas man walks toward the cart minutes later. I expect him to swoop in and quickly shove the cart into the cart return, but instead watch him drop his trash in the cart’s baby seat. I judge him a lot.
Scene Three: The ever valiant Wal-Mart employee stops his cart train mid-aisle and pushes the trash cart to the nearest can to dump Texas Man’s garbage and put the abandoned cart at the beginning of the train. I applaud him.
Then I realize I’ve been sitting the air-conditioned car for the past fifteen minutes observing this anger-inducing show when I could’ve just moved the cart myself. Yep, I probably deserve those mutant cucumbers.