The Return of the Lettuce

So there I was at the local produce shop, wandering the aisles and wondering if I should keep blogging and if I’d actually stopped blogging at all. I grabbed a couple of items, and as I stood in line at the checkout, an older woman stepped into line in front of me.

“I wish to return the lettuce,” she stated, matter-of-factly, in a thick eastern-European accent. “I have fridge full of lettuce. So I return it.”

As she ploncked the lettuce in question on the counter, a couple of stray bits fell out the open bag. I expected the shop owner to refuse, but instead she happily gave the woman her money and took back the lettuce.

I was so entranced by the exchange, that, after paying for my things, I just stood there looking at the lettuce stupidly.

“Is there something else?” the shop owner asked.

“Um. N-no,” I hesitated. “I guess this is the part where I leave the shop.”

I had no idea that produce shops had a return policy. Do they offer specials on used vegetables?