Where the Little Red-Haired Girl Works... and Smiles
Anyway, back to the wall.
Some friends invited me to dinner recently and asked me to bring my famous Pear Betty for dessert. I'd be happy to give the recipe to anyone who wants it but keep in mind it calls for a little dash of Clover's heavy cream on top. Try it if you dare.
Knowing Andy's has fair prices on local produce, I went in to buy twenty or so bosc pears, some Clover butter, macaroons and Clover heavy cream.
"Where did you get these pairs?" a pretty red-haired girl asked at the check out.
Thinking I had done something amiss, I motioned to the bosc pear display inside the store. "I'm making a Pear Betty," I said in defense of whatever miscreant behavior I was guilty of.
"You need the ones outside," she said and asked another employee to bring her two baskets from outside. "These are $1.29 a pound but if you buy them by the basket from outside, you only pay 79 cents."
I was aghast and agog. Such treatment was rare, even in Sebastopol where everyone is polite.
"Thank you," I managed to get out, and left.
In the days since my astounding encounter (I don't get out much) I've iterated and reiterated the story to a number of people.
"You must be talking about the pretty red-haired girl," all of them have said. I hadn't mentioned the color of her hair to anyone but they all seemed to know exactly who the kind, check-out person was. Apparently, she has been doing these nice things for quite some time.
So go into Andy's Produce Market just north of Occidental Road on Hwy 116 and pick up some milk or butter or fruit or vegetables or... or.
You'll get a good price on all your purchases and, if you're really lucky, you'll meet the little red-haired girl.
Someone might want to let Charlie Brown know.