Tomato Dialog
At the grocery store, the cashier pointed at the two tomatoes on the conveyor and said “these are not the same tomato.”
A test! I was prepared. “I know,” I answered confidently. A period of time passed.
“This one is roma, but this one isn’t.”
Oh. “They were supposed to be the same. Well, they were in the same bin.”
She nodded and scanned.
“But it’s okay if they’re different. I like tomatoes.”
I paid for my groceries and walked home.
Posted at 4:26 pm
January 26th, 2006 at 9:49 pm
This reminded me of an item in a funny email that used to circulate called 100 ways to confuse your roommate:
“7. Get lots of tomatoes. Sit with them in a corner of the room and have secret meetings. Inform your roommate that you have been nominated for president of the tomatoes. Put up campaign posters around the room. Select one tomato to be
your campaign manager. Make speeches in front of the tomatoes. Then, one day, when your roommate comes back, give him/her a jar of tomato sauce, go on a tirade about fixed elections, and tell him/her that you really didn’t want to be president of the tomatoes anyway.”
January 27th, 2006 at 12:42 am
Once upon a time when i was a cashier, a woman threatened to have me fired if i squashed her tomatoes. I refused to ring up her groceries due to a nearly insurmountable urge to squash the woman herself. The nice store manager came and gave me a natural remedy and rang the crazy lady up.
so many ways to talk tomato.