The Produce Aisle

One of those things that is collateral damage from my job is, I cannot go into a grocery store without thoroughly inspecting the produce aisle. Seeing how crappy the melons are, or who sold them their grapes, or how many pineapples are sitting around.

And wondering what the hell happened to the pineapples that I shipped into this store’s DC the week before, because they’ve got the competitor’s pineapples sitting all over the place. (Or in this case going into the store and seeing the stacked cases of pineapples, and realizing why they canceled their orders this week…)

And thats before I even get to the Bananas.