Strawberries
I had just discovered my superpowers, and had joined up with a mysterious mentor who had taken on two additional proteges.
Our mission for the day: Steal two baskets of strawberries from the downtown Safeway grocery store.
Our plan: Superhero protege number one, dressed in a purple turban, distracted people at the coffee bar.
Superhero protege number two, dressed in a middle-eastern veil and robe, weaved her way up and down each aisle, captivating the attention of everyone there.
Meanwhile, I, dressed in the outfit of a Hasid jew, complete with black hat, forelocks, and a prayer vest, carried two empty green plastic strawberry baskets toward the produce section. When people had been suitably distracted by the antics of my comrades, I swapped out the empty baskets for two full baskets of ripe strawberries. One the strawberries were in my possession, I used my powers to trigger a minor earthquake which prompted everyone, ourselves included, to run out into the parking lot.
As I ran through the crowd, strawberries in hand, forelocks brushing against my cheeks, looking down at my vest and coat, I thought to myself, "This has to be the strangest thing I've ever done."
Our mission for the day: Steal two baskets of strawberries from the downtown Safeway grocery store.
Our plan: Superhero protege number one, dressed in a purple turban, distracted people at the coffee bar.
Superhero protege number two, dressed in a middle-eastern veil and robe, weaved her way up and down each aisle, captivating the attention of everyone there.
Meanwhile, I, dressed in the outfit of a Hasid jew, complete with black hat, forelocks, and a prayer vest, carried two empty green plastic strawberry baskets toward the produce section. When people had been suitably distracted by the antics of my comrades, I swapped out the empty baskets for two full baskets of ripe strawberries. One the strawberries were in my possession, I used my powers to trigger a minor earthquake which prompted everyone, ourselves included, to run out into the parking lot.
As I ran through the crowd, strawberries in hand, forelocks brushing against my cheeks, looking down at my vest and coat, I thought to myself, "This has to be the strangest thing I've ever done."