Something funny happened on the way to the Organic Local Food Co-Op today. I was told about them from a few different friends and couldn't wait to go down and check out their organic eggs, farm raised beef, and local seasonal vegetables. Excitedly, I get ready; put on "outdoor" clothes, brush my hair, slink out of my La-Z-Boy. Luckily, they're not far from my house; 10 minutes by car, longer by bike (which I couldn't do anyway).
The first thing I notice when I pull up? The parking lot is very, very empty. "That's weird," I think. "Maybe, I'm beating the rush." As I get out, the view becomes even more ominous; empty table tops and cartons, forlorn baskets. It looks like the apocalypse of Farmer's Markets.
Unwavering, I make my way to the front door (after all, I DID get dressed for this). A man in the back sees me, puts down the phone, comes to the front, and opens up.
"Can I help you?" he says.
"Yes. I'm here to visit the Co-Op," I answer.
"But we're not open today," he says.
"That's strange," I say. "It says here on your door you're open Thursdays from 2-8?"
"We are," he laughs. "It's Friday."
Altered Today: Knowledge of what day it is. Making strangers laugh. Touring closed fruit stands (amused people are really, really nice).