Bob and Brenda worked in the supermarket. They weren't check-out clerks. And they weren't stock-boys. Brenda sure wasn't. And they weren't employees who worked in the fish section or the deli. No. They were on the shelves.
They hadn't been on the shelves very long but in that short time they'd developed a considerably close friendship.
The chatted all day when the store was busy and at night when the store was closed. They talked about everything. The talked about what raw products they came from. The talked about their manufacturing processes. And they talked about the long routes in semi-trailers that brought them to this store.
Oddly enough the one thing they never made clear to one another was just what product each of them was.
One day when Brenda was commenting on their friendship she told Bob she was grateful for their amity. "Are you Tea?" said Bob, pekoe-ing her way. "I thought I was Tea". You're coffee!"
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I'd have thought your fear was peas - in fact, that was what I was expecting today.
And THAT's a spooky image. heh heh
Yes, that's what I'm thinking now into Day 12 of this ordeal. The horror! The horror! That doesn't even begin to communicate my feelings toward this. ;) <-- Sort of.
I, too thought that you were going to make some declaration as to how much longer winter would last.
http://youtu.be/hnzHtm1jhL4
;-)