Mixed Nuts

It's that time of year again. The first crop of mixed nuts showed up in the grocery store today. As I examined the bag and anticipated the woody deliciousness inside, an elderly lady came up behind me.

"I bet these have been in the freezer since last year" the wise old sage said to me disapprovingly. "It's too early for nuts."

I thought about it for a second, and said "I'll bet you're right," and sheepishly put them back. But as I passed by the display a second time, I found I could not resist. I snuck the bag into my basket, half expecting a ruler to sting the back of my hand. But she was admiring some candles nearby. I slithered off to the meat aisle, satisfied with my clean escape.

"You get them anyway didn't you!" There she was, thankfully sans ruler. She'd snuck up behind me while I was investigating the ribeyes. I was busted.

"I couldn't help myself. They just look so good."

And they were.