instead of the usual plastic mesh bag of oranges or
apples, the kid wants strawberries, and says so
nicely with hopeful expression. the mother doesn't
quite know how to explain to this very naive person how
cost-ineffective those strawberries happen to be
(rotted in less than a week, only half finished, they
have to go with something else, 4 dollars per pound -
and thats in season); instead of trying at all, she
flat-out denies the kids red, seedy, innocent-enough
desire, which vacates the kids face with a cinema
worthy flourish in the produce aisle.