I thought about stealing last night.
Really.
When I realized that wouldn't be a good choice, I thought I'd blow a gasket.
I was almost sure that would happen right there in Whole Foods in Tribeca.
You see, I'd just finished a workout. I was hungry. I was still sweaty. I stopped in, selected a few items from the food bar, and found the shortest line. Three people. No one had more than four or five items. Simple.
And then there was Robert behind the register. He's on the "yellow" team. That's what the button said on his apron. I guess yellow means sunny, happy, and slow. You know the type - he had that blank, happy glaze about him. One speed.
When it was my turn to pay, Robert excused himself. That's when the gasket almost blew.
Robert shuffled back and rang up my purchase. I paid. And he asked if I needed a paper bag.
I said "I NEED A FORK!!!!"
He happily pointed me in the right direction.