Sunday, July 31, 2011

Blueberry games

I was standing in line at Safeway yesterday afternoon, unloading my stuff on the conveyor belt, when I suddenly felt someone watching me.

I looked up and the woman in front of me had stopped what she was doing and was fixated on my groceries. My little basket was overflowing with heavy items - 2 bottles of detergent, box of dryer sheets, 3 jars of pasta sauce, 2 boxes of pasta, blueberries, 2 boxes of cereal, and tortilla chips. I was embarrassed about how much stuff I had crammed in the basket. I over-did it as usual.

"I had coupons." I said laughing nervously. Dork.

"I write books of games for adults." she said.

"One of the games I created is with blueberries. I see you have blueberries there."


I glanced at my blueberries and looked back at her without saying anything. Because really, what do you say?

She then goes on to tell me the game. "You put a blueberry in your mouth and then your partner, or date, or the other player, tries to get the blueberry out of your mouth without smashing it."

"Ohhhhhhh." I said laughing, looking back at my blueberries, wishing I had picked up the strawberries that were on sale. But I probably would have picked up whipped cream too, which could have led her to tell me about a whole different game.  


"I'm making Blueberry Boy Bait with my blueberries. It's a great recipe from the 40's. The ladies used to bring it to church functions and all the men liked it. Hence the name Blueberry Boy Bait. My husband likes it." I said barely taking a breath.

People really creep me out sometimes. Maybe it's a fine, fun, game. But it just seemed odd that she brought it up. Maybe it's me.

We chatted about the coffee cake for a minute. There was no way I was going to talk about pass-the-blueberry with her.

Thankfully, the dude in front of Ms. Blueberry was done and the cashier rang up her stuff.

I didn't ask her about any other games in her book. So I guess she gave up on me.

Then the guy behind me brushed my back. He was standing two inches from me. He was way, way, too close.

I gave him my back off look and he just stood there.


What the heck?

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