I went to my local Trader Joe's, the other day, to pick up a few items for dinner.
When I pulled into the parking lot, it resembled a Saturday morning.
I, actually, had a moment where I questioned my brain about what day I was in.
Tuesday.
Definitely Tuesday.
NOT Saturday.
They must be giving something away.
After spending ten minutes, circling the compact parking lot (testing my patience, as I was confronted by every type of “driver-challenged” label one could possibly come up with - for fear of hate mail, I will let your imagination do the talking),
. . . I finally found a spot.
Taking my life into my own hands (visual of me walking side-by-side, with myself), I dared to walk through the parking lot of driver-challenged individuals, and safely (yet, barely) made it to the sidewalk.
I walked through the automatic doors and . . .
BAND playing! LEIS (not lays) flying! FACES grinning!
I’m thinking, they are definitely giving something away,
but I don’t think it is something they normally sell in the store.
“It’s CUSTOMER APPRECIATION DAY!!!” someone hollered out.
“OHHhhhh, YAY!” was my response, as I saw my “quick trip” to the store,
suddenly extended.
And, there were pumpkins - EVERYWHERE.
Pumpkins in every size, shape, and color (apparently, orange pumpkins are going out of style).
“Would you like to try a sample of pumpkin biscotti?” said one,
as he shoved a tray under my nose.
“Pumpkin ravioli, over here!” said another.
“Try a sample of our pumpkin coffee!” announced (yet) another.
“Pumpkin pound cake? Pumpkin waffles? Pumpkin chips? Pumpkin ale?”
Hmmmmm . . .
Amongst all the chaos, I tried to remember what I had come for.
By the time I left (with my leis, around my neck), I had a new appreciation for pumpkins,
and (in my head) I was doing a pumpkin appreciation dance.
That night, for dessert, I served up Pumpkin Bread Pudding.
OH, YUM!
As I thought back to my trip to the Traders, I was still convinced they were giving something away,
as I had never before seen such enthusiasm . . . over pumpkins.
And, I think, whatever it was (that they were giving away),
it may have been in the pumpkin-flavored coffee.
That might explain my “pumpkin appreciation” dance.
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