I feel like I’m twelve years old. A preteen, giggling every time someone says the word hard or ball. Guess I never grew up, and I’m sure it doesn’t help to live with teenage boys who respond to every sentence with, “That’s what she said!"
But seriously…what would you do if you were innocently walking through the grocery store (I seem to do that a lot, huh?) and out of the corner of my eye, I see this:
Nope, this isn't an April fool joke. It's quite real. If you look hard - giggle - enough, you can see the cart and a few of my groceries. What could I do but take pics with my phone right there in the store? I considered buying it without even knowing what it was or how much it cost, because of course it wasn’t labeled. I did find out, by handing the young male employee in the produce department a not quite so phallic version. It still felt like asking a clerk how much a box of condoms costs, and having it broadcast over the loudspeaker. That actually happened to me. So no, back on the display my phallic friend went, though I did rather artfully arrange him.
So, what’s your guess? Would another pic help?
It’s a horseradish root.
Giggle. She said root. Giggle.
Sigh. I’ve been living my double life too long.