A conversation in the checkout lane in which I once again educate the youth of today, a boy child, about the produce one finds in ye olde Kroger…
Cashier Kid: What are these?
Cashier Kid: They don’t look like pears.
Me: They’re pears. Bosc pears.
Cashier Kid: What’s that?
Cashier Kid: Really?
Me: Yes. Look them up on your list.
Cashier Kid: How do you spell it?
Me: Bosc with a B.
Cashier Kid: Huh, they’re here, BUT THEY DON’T LOOK LIKE THE PEARS MY MOM BUYS.
Me: Uh huh.
Cashier Kid: What do they taste like?
Cashier Kid: Why are they so brown like potatoes?
Me: Because, like apples, there are different types of pears. There are golden delicious apples and red gala apples and green granny smith apples, right? Well, there are different kinds of pears.
[Long pause while cashier kid glares at my bag of Bosc pears, presumably thinking about what I said. A learning experience?]
Cashier Kid: Hmmm…
[Second long pause while Cashier Kid stares at me as if he thinks I’m pulling some kind of con on him and the entire Kroger chain of grocery stores.]
Me: These are Bosc pears.
[Finally accepting my explanation of the pears in question, Cashier Kid weighs them so that I might be permitted to buy them.]
Cashier Kid: Bet my mom wouldn’t like these pears. She likes the green ones, THE REAL PEARS.
And so endeth the conversation about pears…