Usually the customers at my favorite garden center are friendly and happy, but that certainly wasn't the case on Tuesday.
One woman was there with two men -- one was her husband, and the other worked for them, I'm guessing as a farm manager. They had a giant "dualie" extended-cab pickup, the kind with a little step when you lower the tailgate, and the bed was packed full of plants, including about a dozen giant papyrus plants. The woman wanted to go back and get more, over her husband's objections ("We've already been here an hour!"), and it took some doing for the men to convince her that there was no way anything else could fit in the truck. She finally conceded, but with poor grace.
And two women in a Volvo with Delaware tags were quarreling peevishly about how to arrange their purchases in the trunk.
"It's dirty," objected one, looking at a pot with disdain.
The outcome wasn't a happy one: I saw them leaving the parking lot with a squished plant stalk sticking out of the trunk lid.
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