Karen felt something wet brush her forehead as she lay on the sweet sweet floor of Trader Joe's.
She slowly opened her soft mellow green yellow brown eyes, and put a delicate hand to her soft sienna brown hair.
A man peered down at her. He had sparkling spinach green eyes and actual spinach in his teeth. His face was darkend with shit. Actual shit. And his clothing was simply a conglomeration of clinging animals. How majestic and environmentally friendly!
Karen gasped. "Huahhh."
It was TRADER JOE.
She was not ready for this meeting! She was wearing discount lulu lemon, not even full price, and her shirt was made of synthetic fabric, not even organic trade free cotton.
Not to mention her shoes. Everyone knew Nike tested on animals. She should have worn her hand carved Tibetan clogs, made by the ancient great vegan monks of Bangladesh. THEY were only carved from fallen trees.
At least Karen was wearing her amber bracelet to counteract the rest of her bad aura outfit.
Seeing TRADER JOE'S broad illuminating grin, Karen knew he was going to speak. She braced herself.
"SEE YOU HAD A NASTY FALL THERE HON! NEED A LITTLE PICK ME UP? HOW ABOUT SOME NICE REFRESHING BEET JUICE?" TRADER JOE whispered.
Karen promptly fainted again.
YOU ARE READING
Trader Joe's
HumorHow someone finds love? Or maybe a love for Trader Joe's....is it the store or the trader? Read and all your fantasies will be quenched.
