i said please talk to me

halfway between the fresh produuce section and the weird, large, high ceiling-ed part of the grocery store, i suddenly remember that i'm forgetting something.

"SHIT!" i blurt out, "the onions!"

however, what you must picture is me- ipod playing, maroon scarf trailing, basket swinging- standing stock still in the middle of a central aisle that is filled to the max with people pushing carts filled with cans and boxes and bags of foodstuff.

i catch no less that seven people grinning as i swing drastically and backtrack to the vegetables.