I drifted into one of those snooty supermarkets, you know the kind, where they have hand-held-throughout-the-growing-season arugula for sale. Let’s call it, hmmm, “Elitist Market.” Anyway, I only went there to get four items. Four. I knew they would have them. I mean, if I could buy Norwegian goats’ milk cheese from animals that listen to Chopin as they sleep, I could find four items in that supermarket.
Four items. The main one was a key ingredient for Swedish meatballs from a recipe given to me by one of my students, a fine young lady from Sweden who is at Newberry College to earn a college degree and play golf. The item was blackberry current jelly. Elitist Market did not have it! I looked high and low and found a wide variety of jellies, many whispered to in the packing process, and Elitist Market did not have it.
I was frustrated, convinced that the end times was near. They didn’t have the other three items, either! I walked out of the place empty-handed, muttering.
The other four items? Milk Duds, Banana Flips, and candy cigarettes.
The apocalypse looms.