An odd thing happened tonight at the supermarket. I was picking apples out of the display and they were all very cold to the touch. Around the fifth apple that I touched I found... a warm one. Like, body temperature warm. It was... disturbing. I put it down and picked up the apple beside it. Cold. Picked up the apple on the other side. Cold. I finished filling my bag and found no more warm apples.
I hadn't been there very long and wasn't paying very close attention, but I didn't see anyone carrying around a single apple and then laying it back in the bin. And this apple was warm like a large man had been carrying it for some time cupped in both hands. Is that what happened? I don't think we'll ever know. I'm pretty freaked out about it.
I loved this blog post, it's not the first time a blog post of Andiscandis's has made my skin crawl like a David Cronenberg movie, there was also the Soy Milk.
2 comments:
Ha ha! Thanks. And sorry. I don't know what the hell is the matter with my supermarket.
It wasn't built on an ancient Native American burial ground by any chance was it?
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