Let me explain. And what I am about to say, and sorry, if you are calling from Ottawa, Illinois, "home" We apologize.
I just drove across the country; New Jersey-Portland, Oregon. I needed a change. I am almost thirty, all my friends are married, and like the Allman Brothers, "Nobody left-to-longer run. Nobody left to crazy life in many ways, we are accustomed to do before. "
So I hit the road a few weeks ago. But my 2,500-mile drive second approximately 120 miles of Chicago, my car craps out route 80, and I am stranded in the middle of the "beautiful" in Ottawa, Illinois, who does not have anything to eat four days.
I'm stuck in the middle of a lousy Hotel does not if but I look forward to 2 000 and EUR hiukankin reach my car repair bill, I must, of course, to eat. But I am looking to spend a lot of money to take.
So go to the reception and ask the girl, if there is a supermarket in here. He gives me a hangdog look and says, "Oh, you mean like Wal-Mart." I should, of course, to know he was going to say, Wal-Mart has all of the Midwest.
Wal-Mart superstore was apparently only at the end of the road. We do not have them, New Jersey, at least I have ever seen, so I trudge through sub-zero temperature in the supermarket-err, Wal-mart.
I walk in what seemed an underground colonies. I have never seen a Wal-Mart in this big. It was a cavernous. But fortunately, I don't need to spelunk store that much, part of a typical grocery-was in sight. I figured, I buy some fruit and perhaps a few Bagels. I'm from the line, I love me some good Jewish Bagels.
No, there was no Bagels in sight. I am guessing bagels are metropolitan thing. And, unfortunately, If you buy a bag of Thomas's bagels, you yourself; they are not real bagels, with only the memory of Wonder Bread.
In such a way as to override the bagels and load up, fruit: apples, pears, bananas and clementines. This is where it gets sad.
I go to the cash register and Starla, which was coincidently is tattooed on his neck, the series stars-not knock, tattoos, I have a set of calls apples and stuff, but fails when she grabs clementines. His face expression is, what do you imagine when he discovered the fire for the first time appeared at the beginning of the man. "Ugh, what dis be?"
Starla, bless his heart, his cash register selects the encyclopedia--folded out of the pictures of the different fruit and vegetables, their names and product codes--up and a few moments, when he asks the quandary, "what are these?"
"Clementines," in nuclear installations against potential radiological hazards. Starla's response was vacant, such as when a user's dog stare when you can open the door when you go to the bathroom.
But at the end of the second 30 seconds Starla says, "surely these are not the apricots."
I'm a jerk, so respond, "does not, as the case may be." No offense, but was not surprised. Starla did exactly as he ate that much fruit.
My answer to the puzzled, Starla, epiphany, says, "I-only the key to them, so a little oranges." Bad girl is the best he could do.
Now, I believe, do not know why Starla was, and it does not have any idea what were his fault clementines. When I got back to my room, I started to eat fruit and including the vaunted clementines was terrible. Most desperately mature, full country and "dried out" tasting.
So this made me think, is not a miracle, the Midwest is very obese, their access to good quality products may be missing. They are certainly not as ideal in close proximity to the growing temperatures than coastal areas.
Perhaps such as back to the poorer urban areas, Eastern Europe, such as New York, we should pay particular attention to better the quality fruit, vegetables and fresh food imports, the Midwest; in particular, because I have seen a lot of morbidly obese customers wheeling around the Wal-Mart, instead of walking.
But fortunately for me, Portland farmers market, Asia has grocery stores and most of the micro-brewery, we announced.
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