This morning during my usual visit to Jonathan's Gourmet (across the street from my office), I waited in line with my scrambled eggs, oatmeal and fresh pineapple. As I queued with the others, I noticed a woman in her ill-fitting, hideous and mismatched outfit looking dismayed at her concentrated OJ she had just purchased. She had already purchased it, and was arguing with the cashier that the OJ wasn't fresh-squeezed... it was concentrated. She wanted to swap it out for Odwalla, and the cashier explained she can do that, but she'd have to pay the difference. The woman did not like that answer, so she walked away looking annoyed.
Now that she was supposedly done holding up the rest of in the queue, I thought we were done with her and her awful outfit that looked like she used to clean the floor. Not quite... she reappeared, this time with another product to swap for her concentrated OJ that she picked up and paid for in the first place. Not sure it was out of exasperation or if it was really okay, but the cashier agreed she could switch, and finally she was gone and the rest of us could make our purchases for things we actually wanted.
When I reached the cashier - one of the daughter's of the owners - she and I commiserated as we have gotten to know each other a little in the past 2 1/2 years I have been going there. She asked if I heard the woman's fit, and I said that the OJ was the least of her problems with her horrible attire. We shared a laugh, and went on with our mornings.
The moral of this story is, look in the mirror BEFORE you leave the house. And if you want fresh-squeezed OJ, make it yourself! OR, learn where you can go to get it (like right across the street at Au Bon Pain).
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