Wednesday's lunch hour

Sitting at the corner of Washburn and Sixth Avenues on her way back to school, sweating and waiting for the light, she gazed out the window to see a man.

Of average height and weight, he had just left Long John Silver's and was returning to his car. He didn't notice her on the street but she noticed him for he epitomized the person who eats at Long John Silver's:

Middle-aged, mustached and smoking a pipe.

the rare green lemon

On a recent venture to the supermarket, she picked up a 3-pound bag of yellow onions, a jar of medium salsa and a bright green lime.

After waiting a few minutes in the 18 items or less line behind a rather vocal lady with a comment for each of her 18 items, the checker begins ringing up the girl's three things. The onions and salsa go by without a hitch, but the lime lacked a label. The checker looks at the lime, looks at her and asks, "This is a lemon, right?"

"No, it's a lime."