It's such a strange fun, to pick out things that you like to eat, and bring them home. I went to the TJ's in downtown BK. The selection was poor, but the people were entertaining. "Free samples" means you attract the most obnoxious of people, including this fat man who ran over the woman immediately in front of me on line just to get a nibble of brownie truffle and a sip of coffee. This initiated a conversation (which seemingly always occur between strangers and me) about the lack of consideration induced by the word "FREE." She guarded my stuff while i went to get some brownies and truffles, and i returned the favor when she went to be a sample hunter/gatherer.
There's something fantastic about food and well food shopping. You can tell a lot about a person just by peeking into their bag: what they can/cannot eat, how many people they are feeding, if they have a certain allergy, etc...
for example, it is obvious that she went to the open-air market in Union Square, and that she prefers veggies that aren't tampered with. She picked up a strange herb (over on the left), and perhaps watching her figure (the free-range organic poultry sausages at the bottom of that bag).
These were mine. What does this bag say?
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