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The same day Kelly MacLean’s Surviving Whole Foods satire went viral, I found myself at Whole Foods enjoying a similar experience.
My basket was light by design. I can’t afford the place, but I dabble in organic and raw and they do have great fresh fish. I got raw organic almonds because I make my own almond milk (how new age of me). The organic dates help flavor the almond milk, so I needed a couple of those. Oh, look, a fish special, so I picked up some mahi. Around the corner I grabbed sprouted corn torillas for the fish tacos it appeared I’d be making. And “they” say you should eat sprounted. My impulse item of the night was not grazing off the olive bar. I picked up a pack of frozen marrow bones for Dixie. They are like savory cheesecake to her.
While checking out, the express lane boy was scanning and got to the marrow bones. “Oh, what are you going to do with these?” he asked. I wondered if he would of asked me the same question if it were a box of free-range, cruelty-free cotton tampons. “Those are a treat for my dog,” I replied. “OK, cool,” he said as he topped of my reuseable bag.
I accepted the charges, told him to have a nice night and said “Namaste.” I just couldn’t resist.