"Would you help me with my head?" I asked, dangling the stuck-together plastic bag towards the young woman working the counter. My other hand was full of giant lettuce, plus previous purchases.
"What seems to be the problem with it?" she inquired, ushering the lettuce gently into the bag.
"Oh, I don't know, crazy thinking, probably. I thought it might help to just get a fresh head, a nice green one."
Later another woman at the cash register asked, "Just a head?"
I giggled, euphoric from the previous interaction. "Ya, I've been trying to get a-head in life, but I haven't got far. Still, it's amazing what salad can do."
"I like salad, too," she said. "Sometimes I just have to have some lettuce."
