A stranger grabbed me by the elbow and pulled me close.
"I just have to share this with someone," she said.
She broke me from my zombie-like march down the apple aisle at my local farmer's market.
I went to the market for fruit and vegetables because The Lady Flabina has been winning in my eternal struggle with food.
Every day last week she yelled,
"CARBOHYDRATES ARE THE OFFICIAL FOOD OF GRIEF!"
Then she stuffed another piece of chocolate pie in my mouth.
[I swear I didn't CHOOSE to eat all that pie!]
The stranger at the market pulled me towards her.
"Look," she pointed. "I think they meant crop."
The sign above the Rome apples said,
"Delicious New Crap!"
I bought a five pound bag.