LEATHA J. PATTON
“Excuse me,” said a handsome gentleman. “How do you choose the right ones for guacamole?”
“Well, you have to select those that are pretty soft.” Clare smiled as she bagged her choices. She tested a few that were softer and handed them to him. “Do you need another one?”
“I don’t think so,” he replied as he dropped them into the empty plastic bag. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” she replied pleasantly.
“What are you doing with the ones you chose?”
“They make great sandwiches,” she answered, “but they have to be a little firmer than those used to make guacamole. You toast your bread—at least I do—spread a little mayonnaise on the toast, add lettuce and tomato, and you have an excellent lunch.”
“Sounds interesting. And what do you have with it?”
“Just something to drink,” Clare replied. “I only have them on weekends for lunch if I don’t want to cook.”
“What do they taste like in a sandwich?” He was suddenly curious.
“To me avocados are an acquired taste,” she replied with a smile.
“Maybe I’ll try one sometime,” he said. “And thanks again for your help.”
“You’re welcome,” Clare said.
Pushing her cart from produce, she thought, He’s a handsome gentleman, but I’ll bet he’s not single.