There they were! Sitting on the supermarket shelf like they were a common everyday thing! And so cheap! Fergus couldn’t believe his eyes. He hadn’t seen gooseberries since his grandmother passed away about forty years earlier. Gooseberries! Memories of granny and gooseberry pie flooded back. Fergus grabbed the sole remaining package of the gooseberries and purchased them.
“I haven’t seen these in over forty years,” exclaimed Fergus to the checkout lady. “My granny used to make gooseberry pie, and since she died I’ve not tasted a crumb of gooseberry pie. I’m going straight home and going to look up on the internet how to bake a real homemade gooseberry pie just like granny used to make. This is a dream come true.”
“Plastic or paper?” asked the checkout lady.
“A paper bag please,” said Fergus. “I don’t want the gooseberries sweating and going flat-out mouldy in a plastic bag. I live a good hour and a half away and by the time I get home in this hot weather the gooseberries could be cooked. Have you ever eaten gooseberry pie?”
“I can’t say I have,” said the checkout lady.
“You haven’t lived until you have,” said Fergus. “My grandmother used to…”
“That’ll be a grand total of forty-eight dollars and twenty-seven cents for all your groceries,” said the checkout lady. “You paying with cash or…?”
“And worth every penny,” said Fergus. “My granny used to make a gooseberry pie – only when they were in season you understand. Back in those days people never had a freezer. Or at least most people didn’t have a freezer. Only the rich had freezers and they were hardly the type of people that would spend time out in the garden growing their own gooseberries.”
“Enjoy the rest of your day,” said the checkout lady.
“The gooseberry plants are very prickly I seem to remember. Granny used to send me out to the garden to…”
“Excuse me,” said the lady in the long line waiting behind Fergus, “but would you mind shutting up and getting a move on. You’re holding up the works.”
“Oh I’m sorry,” said Fergus picking up his several bags of groceries and making a hasty exit.
When he got home he discovered that in his haste he had left the gooseberries on the supermarket counter.
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I’d be really mad at you if I didn’t know you could call the store.
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The shop closed at seven, and he had arrived home at 7.11pm
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Did not!
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What a goose.
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Honk honk.
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I hope Grandma’s ghost steped in just before the store closed. Needless to say, it gave goosebumps to the lady who was trying to sneak away with the berries.
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It’s interesting (sort of) that the origins of the word “goose” in “gooseberries” is quite different from the origins of the name we give to the bird! But currently here at 4 in the morning I can’t remember what it is!!
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Sorry to have woken you up.
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