Pig

I'm driving back from P-town where I got my hair done and I'm famished. So what do my wondering eyes see? Yup! Trader Joes! I love Trader Joes. It's lunch time, think I.

I race in the front doors and b-line right for the produce area where I scoop up my fave of late: Tofu spring roll. I'm telling you . . . this little goodie was sent right from heaven to . . . ME!!!!! I love, love, love it. Vegies wrapped in rice paper with some "to die for" peanut sauce for dipping. Problem is . . . . it's super, duper messy!

I'm eating and slurping and dipping and licking the fingers and slopping and, well, you know. Just enjoying every last morsel of my treat!!! I am oblivious to anything around me - just being present with my food.

I look up as the light turns green and glance over at a truck with a man watching me make an absolute pig of myself.

Awkward.