Out To Trader Joes

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Went to Trader Joes. Everybody loves TJ’s. It’s convenient and there are a lot of fresh foods that you can get when you don’t feel like waiting for the Farmer’s Market to open. So, when we went a month ago to grab some things I needed for a recipe for almond-pesto wheat pasta (my sister has a nut-allergy) I decided I would take pictures while we were there. But, notice, all of the pictures we took are outside of Trader Joes. Here’s what happened:

Before we left that afternoon I’d asked my older sister, Ari, to take pictures of me while we were out. She agreed to do it but as soon as we got there she dispersed, having forgotten about what I asked her to do. I didn’t think much of it until we were talking about leaving (which we wouldn’t do for another 10-20 minutes) and I asked her one more time if she would take the pictures for me. She said, “Uhm, okay… where do you want it?” She sounded nervous and was looking around, shifty-eyed as I grabbed my camera out of my bag. “Over there, by the bread.” I said handing her my camera. “Are you okay?” I asked and she responded with a quick, “Yeah, I’m fine. We should… wait until there aren’t as many people over there.” She said. And I agreed and we quickly went on our merry way, that is until we were about to leave for real this time, and my mom and other sisters were at the cash register about to pay for the food.

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“You ready?” I asked her. “Yeah. Okay.” She said and we walked over to the bread, now feeling slightly rushed as the cashier quickly rung up our things. “There are just so many people over there.” She muttered and I looked up at her with a grin, “Are you nervous?” I asked.

“Yeah! I’m nervous! There are so many people– Like, employees and stuff– and I don’t want them to catch us.” It felt like a heist and we were about to steal something but there were cops everywhere. Like trying to jack a car on Mafia II and there are police looking everywhere for you. And all we were trying to do was take a picture.

“Okay, maybe if we take it quick. They won’t notice us.” I said.

“Okay, okay, okay, okay, kay, kay, kay.” She said, still looking a little hesitant. “No. I can’t do it. There are too many employees. What if somebody catches us.”

“Okay. I understand. We won’t do it.”

“Noooo. Okay. We can do it. I said I would do it for you, so I’m gonna do it.”

“You don’t have to…”

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“No. Come on, let’s do it.” We walk toward the bread and we stand over there and she is looking around very apprehensive and suspicious. I tell her once more that we do not have to do this because I fear they are going to think we are trying to steal something and she answers, “No. I just– I’m nervous.” I tell her that I understand and suggest she stands between the aisles in front of the bread so that nobody can see her. She couldn’t do that either. When we finally get outside because my mom was becoming impatient– for good reason, too. It took us eight years.– Ari suggested we take pictures in front of the store, which she was totally down for, yet I was really nervous about. But I still agreed to do because we were going home and I had no idea what else we’d take a picture of. Oh the joys of being a beginner lifestyle blogger.

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Tell me, were our struggles worth it? Lie to me– unless it’s what I want to hear, then tell me the truth. Until later. Sage Out.

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