Being All Artsy-Fartsy

The other day as I was standing in the cramped produce section of one of Bay Ridge’s tiny “supermarkets” pondering which sort of apple to buy, some old lady in a Hoveround scooter slammed (well, I guess “tapped” is a more appropriate word, but it makes what happened next seem a lot sadder) into the back of my left leg. I’m surprised that the apples didn’t all roll off of the display, seeing as how I essentially fell in that direction; fortunately I was able to shift my weight so that the right side of my body instead fell into the cooler case containing herbs and salad greens.