Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Abandon all hope ...

I've decided walking into the Whole Foods Market in West Plano, the health-food superchain where I regularly purchase salads, is like walking into Dante's Inferno. A beehive of noisy, disorganized activity. People milling about in a cauldron of indifference to your fellow man. Stoned check-out clerks whose apparel suggests darker sexual tastes. Beautiful, rich housewives weeding through slimming foods and exotic vitamins in the name of their own vanity. Dead-eyed chefs slaving through menial tasks without expression, into eternity. And it's freezing the closer you get to the center.

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