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My “going to Whole Foods” stories are akin to the cliche jokes stand-up comics tell about traveling and flying. I need to stop telling them. So last night I went to Whole Foods and parked my Zipcar* and there was another Zipcar two spaces away. There are only twelve in the entire town and two of them are at Whole Foods at 8 PM on a Thursday. Of course, right?

Then I’m walking around Whole Foods and they start playing DMB’s “Ants Marching” over the speakers and immediately half the place starts humming along. Of course, right?

So I’m buying BPA-free cans of organic beans, right? And then I thought about people who cannot afford BPA-free organic beans and I cried for them, but then I was like “namaste” and I put my hands up to my chest and I felt better. Of course, right?

*the local Zipcar equivalent

I’ll never be able to shop at Whole Foods again without laughing hysterically… at myself and the shoppers around me. Namaste!