In all fairness, he was wearing a yellow ribbon that read, “Please Be Patient, I’m New.”
I’ve heard it said that a high school diploma is merely a license to keep learning, and I certainly hope that’s true, because the conversation today with the young man running the grocery store register went something like this:
“Hi, did you find everything you were looking for?”
“Yes, thanks, I think we got everything.”
“This is a cucumber, right?”
“No, that’s a zucchini squash.”
Okay, he might be forgiven for that mistake. They look somewhat alike, but it got worse:
“Uh, that’s asparagus. . . . You don’t eat a lot of fresh vegetables, do you?”
“Ha ha! No, I don’t! Okay, these are limes?”
“Ummmm, no, those are jalapeños.”
Seriously? How do you mix up limes and jalapeños? True enough, you might find both in a bowl of guacamole, though I prefer a finely diced serrano pepper in mine.
My wife and I found the whole thing ludicrous, but to our credit, we didn’t expostulate on our WTF moment until we were out in the parking lot.
This poor kid. If he can’t tell the difference between a lime and a pepper, how’s he going to distinguish between cilantro and parsley, or carrots and parsnips? I’m afraid the effort is liable to leave him in a vegetative state!