Tonight, this blog is serving as my confessional. Here we go:
I think the Pineapple Lady is mentally impaired. Mentally challenged.
(What is the correct term?)
I told you about Sunday, when I walked by her and she smiled and joyfully pointed me to my beloved Banana Rice Cake in Tapioca Sauce Lady. Well, this morning - as soon as she sees me - she goes into convulsions again; however, this time she is convulsing as she points me to my corner and my banana cakes, and she is moaning...a mixture-of-pain-and-joy sobs.
Not only that, but when I glance uncomfortably around at all of my daily vendor friends to gauge their reactions, they are looking down and away and smiling in an embarrassed manner. She moans and moans. She is happily moaning that I am buying my cakes.
I am afraid to pose this question: Could it be that I have been having a Saigon style stand-off with a mentally handicapped fruit vendor?
I have always thought her mannerisms were odd - her convulsions downright weird.
Speaking of redemption (Sunday comments), are there any priests reading right now?
As for the rest of you...what should I do? Buy pineapple?