Dear Whole Foods Check-out Boy: An Epic Poem
Dear Whole Foods Check-Out Boy, I already misrepresent you; You are not a "boy" at all, But rather A young man in his early to mid twenties. And I think I may love you. Do you go to school here? Grad school? (I hope) Carnegie Mellon? University of Pittsburgh? What do you study? History? Creative Writing? Anthropology with a specialization in New World Primates? (I hope not) Nothing against the monkeys. I just don’t want you to love them more than me, Like it seemed my Human Evolution professor did. (Than his fiance, not me) I felt that my shopping cart contents represented me well today. Organic eggs, goat's cheese, savoy cabbage Dried figs, one avocado, honeycrisp apples "Cooks" "Not vegan" Is this too perfect? Does it seem like I have a strict diet/am weird about what I eat? Because I don't/am not. I'm just generally trying to eat better. (I gained some weight aft...