I went to my favorite, local market,
the other day, to pick up a few items for dinner. When I pulled into the parking lot, it resembled a Saturday morning. I, actually, had a moment where I questioned my brain about what day I was in.
Tuesday.
Definitely Tuesday.
NOT Saturday.
They must be giving something away . . .
After spending ten minutes, circling
the compact parking lot (testing my patience, as I was confronted by every type of “driver-challenged label” one could possibly come up with) – for fear of hate mail, I will let your imagination do the talking,
. . . I finally found a spot.
Taking my life into my own hands (visual of me, walking side-by-side, with myself), I dared to walk through the parking lot of driver-challenged individuals, and safely (yet, barely) made it to the sidewalk.
I walked through the automatic doors and . . .
BAND playing! LEIS (not lays) flying! FACES grinning!
I’m thinking, they are definitely
giving something away,but I don’t think it is something they normally sell in the store.
“It’s CUSTOMER APPRECIATION DAY!!!” someone hollered out.
“OHHhhhh, YAY!” was my response, as I saw my “quick trip” to the store,
suddenly extended.
And, there were pumpkins – EVERYWHERE. Pumpkins in every size, shape, and color (apparently, orange pumpkins are going out of style).
And, pumpkin FLAVORED . . . everything.
“Would you like to try a sample of pumpkin biscotti?” said one, as he shoved a tray under my nose.
“Pumpkin ravioli, over here!” said another.
“Try a sample of our pumpkin coffee!” announced (yet) another.
“Pumpkin pound cake? Pumpkin waffles? Pumpkin chips? Pumpkin ale?”
Hmmmmm . . .
Amongst all the chaos, I tried to remember what I had come for. By the time I left (with my lei, around my neck), I had a new appreciation for pumpkins, and (in my head) I was doing a pumpkin appreciation dance.
That night, for dessert,
I served up Pumpkin Bread Pudding.
OH, YUM!
As I thought back to my market “experience”, I was still convinced they were giving something away, as I had never before seen such enthusiasm . . .
over PUMPKINS.
Maybe it was in the coffee.
That could explain my “pumpkin appreciation” dance.
