The middle-aged lady next to me in the grocery was dressed in a typical housedress. She plunked three packages of colored fruit yogurts onto the counter, and asked the owner “Don’t you have more of this flavor tucked away somewhere?”
“Aren’t there any more in the fridge?”
“Well, then, that’s what we have. Why not buy another flavor for the rest?”
She shook her head, and I understood perfectly.
“ You have to understand,” I chipped in, “She’s got a slew of grandkids coming for Hanukkah, and she HAS to buy the same flavor for all, or there will be squabbling over who gets which flavor.”
The lady nodded in agreement, adding, “So I’ll just have to get the rest somewhere else….”