he didn't know what the fruits were (they were labelled sharon fruit, which just confuses everyone) and was asking my mum how to know they were ripe. my mom doesn't know english so she was gibbering all over the place, so i did the Polite Helpful Canadian Thing and told the man that he could place the persimmons beside a few bananas to speed up the ripening process. he thanked us and moved onto the bananas.
this was at loblaws, the grocery where i keep seeing employees my age, kids i knew when i was in grade school. kinda awkward. they're almost exactly the same except now they have facial hair, or breasts, or both. and they still have those smug indifferent snobby faces, just like back in fifth grade, only now acne and unblended makeup are added to the mix.
