The Original Endasher

It is time for me to say what I really mean.

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I guess it goes without saying that noting what the people in front of you in (a hysterical, never-ending) line at the supermarket buy on the eve of a WEATHER DISASTER FROM THE SKY is a matchless opportunity for ethnographic fieldwork. And sure, call me a Boasian cultural relativist, by convenience if not conviction. 

But really, Pratt Couple—he with the embroidered Turkish (Turko-Persian?) cravat, she in matching leopard-print leggings and tiny backpack—kale and three (!) containers of feta cheese is what comes to mind?

(Incidentally, there seems to be a major price depression going in fancy balsamic vinegars I used to stop myself from buying—euroPIIG crisis related? I would’ve never noticed unless a rolling-black-cart traffic jam pushed me into the aisle. Score!)