I don't know the age of consent for avocados, molly, and they often look older than they are, these days. I don't want to get done for both shoplifting and vegephilia.
But I only want to go shopping once a week, molly. As for social interaction, if I feel the need for it I'll take daniela's advice and interact with the avocado, if it's a good one.
PS: Please don't blame MiMi, I did it on purpose to get her into trouble with you.
There is a big, new Lidl close to where I live, Biff, but I can't get everything I need there, and I like to do all my shopping in one go once a week. I'm afraid Tesco have got me where they want me. Maybe I should stop being lazy and start shopping around.
Biff, it seems to me that, if one's little transgression were to come to light during a random check by the store, it would be easier to explain how one had inadvertently failed to scan their avocado than it would to explain how they inadvertently managed to scan a carrot, instead.
Thanks, Merc. I'll try the removing the bit of stem trick. As for cutting them in half and looking: while it is by far the most reliable way of ascertaining the condition of the avocado, I feel sure the store wouldn't look any more kindly on me doing that than it would on me simply not paying for them.
Merc. Sometimes you can tell if there's something wrong with the avocado but quite often the bad ones feel perfectly okay. I don't need to store them once I've cut into them, I eat them straight away.
To be fair, the bright red jacket and being the only white face there does focus an undue amount of attention on what would otherwise probably go unnoticed.
I never really thought of my "stuff" as venomous, Biff. It can't be too toxic though; the recipients of it always seem to remain in good enough condition to bite back.
I think online is better than "real life" in some ways. The health benefits of getting stuff out of my system that I wouldn't dare try to off load in the real world is incalculable.
Fay, the first punishment I can actually remember receiving at school was being hit hard six times on the palm of my hand with a ruler. That was for blowing up a balloon and then releasing the air into a tray of red powder paint. Unfortunately, the teacher continued seeing the red mist after the cloud had dispersed.
No, Jim, I fell off a tree. I know it’s more usual to fall out of a tree than off it, but this tree had blown down and I was walking along the trunk, which lay at an incline, rising to a height of about five or six feet from the ground at the point from which I fell.
Harbal Blog Comments (2,153)
Ethical Shopping
All this informed advice is making me feel very much like an avocado novice.