I was in the produce aisle last night about 9:30 pm, looking at carrots for a stew. These were monster carrots about the size of a baby's forearm. As I am picking through the vegetable behemoths, the produce guy walks up to me and says in an odd tone, "Are those too big for you?"
For a moment I thought I was on Candid Camera and we were about reenact this scene from Animal House:
But I was tired and cranky and with my husband, so I responded, "These are big enough to bludgeon someone to death!" and then I smiled like this.
No more late night shopping.