Only in San Francisco

2013-03-16 19.04.14

Overheard at our neighborhood corner store, on a lovely summer day of last year: a young girl on crutches holds a peach tightly and looks up innocently at her mother.

“Momma, this peach looks absolutely scrumptious! Can I get it, pretty please?”

Her Mom, whose focus on the produce she is sorting through remains uninterrupted, replies, “Honey, I don’t think that peach came from the organic bin. You need to go put that back.”