There was a traffic jam in the produce department at Sprouts this afternoon because a man was busy taking a picture of his wife holding two cantaloupes up to her chest. She seemed mildly humiliated and he kept insisting that she look happy about it. And then after the fourth attempt to get just the right angle he turned around and noticed all of us watching him and he looked a little sheepish. Like he had completely forgotten that he was standing in a public grocery store.
In other news, I've discovered that they sell chocolate covered cinnamon bears at Sprouts. I practically started my own traffic jam from the solo dance party I was having.