On the way home from being a brat, I stopped and bought vegetables and grains. Then I stopped and bought a new dishpan and a cheap telephone.
Pulling out of the parking lot means going downhill a bit and the packages on the seat next to me slid to the floor. The dishpan and telephone fell on top of the wheat berries and popped the bag, sending berries everywhere.
I pulled over and gathered them up before they had a chance to scatter to every corner of the car.
When I wash them tomorrow, before I cook them, I will take a moment for every berry to consider what kind of person I want to be and think about how nice it would be to put my ego on hold for a while.
Permanently would be nice.
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