I realized today that I may never buy another tomato. I don't like tomatoes. My kids don't like tomatoes and whoever stops by for dinner can just live without them and be happy they got lettuce.
I spent a ridiculous amount of time this afternoon picking out ripe, but not too ripe tomatoes and then for another ridiculous amount of time I fought with the plastic bag to put them in.
I lay them in my cart next to the box of Raisin Bran and then I remembered...
"Wait, I don't like tomatoes. Jimmy liked tomatoes."
A beat later I removed the Raisin Bran, too.
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