4 kale chips 1 4 1 2 1 . He was everything I expected and wanted. So why hasn’t he returned to Whole Foods? As a subscriber, you have 10 gift articles to give each month.
Anyone can read what you share. It was in the cards — sort of. New York City’s family court system. The sound of a match being lit on her end of the phone filled the pause in our conversation. I just know how to channel it.
She knew that I would be all ears. I am, after all, an avid believer in all that is seen and unseen — the subject of several debates during our undergrad years two decades earlier. So, do you want a reading? I did, of course, though I wasn’t sure if I could trust it. So, when did all this happen? It’s been going on for a while. You know that I have always been a little psychic.
She always seemed to know when someone was about to call. I said, hoping to impress her with my esoteric know-how. A long silence made me aware of the water boiling in my teakettle. I could hear her blowing out the candle. Was I supposed to make a wish or something?
I’m just going to tell you what I see. You will meet a tall, handsome stranger. You’re going to meet him soon. That’s all I’m getting for now.
Later that afternoon I stopped in Whole Foods and grabbed a sweet potato, almond milk, pasta sauce, produce and some gluten-free snacks. I bet you were only planning to get a few things, right? I always come out with more than I plan to. I also have an irrational aversion to shopping carts but didn’t think this was worth sharing.
I placed the snacks on the conveyor belt as the pasta sauce and milk slipped awkwardly from my arms. I realized were traces of a British accent. I glanced behind me as the conveyor belt brought his potato chips, ground beef and Pellegrino water into view. I said, now facing a man who was, yes, tall and handsome. Do you mind if I ask how you make it? Soon we were examining the benefits of kale chips, kale salad, kale à la mode, the history of kale, the future of kale. I’m sure I’ll see you here again.
I said, trying to contain my amazement that this was all really happening. But why didn’t he ask for my number? I sat on a bench and watched a pigeon circle a random bread crumb as Stephanie did her thing. The next day I returned to Whole Foods around the time that Sam and I met.
The summer heat made my milling around the freezer section less conspicuous. The time came to purchase my soy mixed berry ice cream. I walked to the park and ate half of the carton’s contents. I would give it a few more days. Again, I meandered toward the checkout counter. A tall man was searching for his credit card. On Day 3, I enlisted a friend to come with me.