Last evening we found ourselves at the Farmer's Market. We weren't sure whether we should go when it opened or later when everything was picked over. We found out. We'll go later and take our chances.
Back to the subject. Leonard wanted a peach pie so I told him I'd stand in line and he went back to the car. It was beastly hot in the sun and the line was long. I picked up a pie ($10.00!) and went to the back of the line to wait my turn and pay for it. A big dope of a guy with his belly hanging out from under his t shirt walked up ahead of everybody carrying a pie. "I don't know where the end of the line is." he said, standing at the head of the line. Everybody ahead of me just stood there like sheep but I said "Back behind me." "Well, I'm buying something, that's for people who just want to look". he shot back at me.
Did I ever mention I'm Irish? Now and then it flares up in my blood and this was one of those times - and I'm holding a $10.00 pie. Oh, you can not imagine how hard I had to fight back the temptation to plant in in his big fat face!!!
I didn't. It will always be one of my regrets. Diane
