Weird Competitive Urges

At the grocery store I saw a trim lady in exercise gear. She was annoyed that there were no boxes of pre-washed baby spinach on the shelf, and decried this lack to the produce manager. She clearly exercises a lot (suggested in something about her jaw and in her jaunty cap made of moisture-wicking tech fabric, in a muted pastel color). In her cart she has a lot of Greek yogurt (single-serving containers) and a twelve-pack of Fresca. But no containers of pre-washed baby spinach. I am also wearing athletic shorts, so I feel unexpectedly competitive when I see her in the produce department and again in frozen foods. I buy more vegetables than I planned. 

Mandolins! Movies! Misdirection!

Brainstorm for a story: The lead singer of a commercially successful folk band is married to a time-travelling video store clerk. Hilarity ensues. 

Not believable though. Commercially successful folk singers don’t exist. 

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