“This IS a dragon fruit, isn’t it?” I demand of Bethany after Wal Mart’s self-checkout refuses to acknowledge it for the third time.
The Wal Mart employee who has been hovering for the last five minutes (does she think I’m going to steal the thing?) responds instead, “Oh, it is indeed! That is a dragon fruit!”
She politely pushes me aside and begins to type in, “Dr…”
She looks up all the fruit in D. All the fruit in R. All the fruit under fruit.
Dragon fruit is nowhere to be found.
She manually looks up the code for dragon fruit and types it in. Nothing!
She tries a back, employees-only route for typing in fruit and tries again. Nothing.
We send Bethany to go look up the price. After a second, the Wal Mart employee turns to me, “How much do you think it was?”
I cannot even ballpark guess but I sheepishly suspect more than I wanted to pay. “$2.50?” I offer.
“$2.00 it is,” she says.
At that moment Bethany shouts from the other side of check out, “$3.99!”
The employee smiles and ignores her. I walk away triumphant with my dragon fruit.
I ate loads of dragon fruit in Thailand. I find it fresh, sweet, and hydrating so I was pretty excited to enjoy it tonight.
It tasted pretty blah after the fresh stuff I was used to in Thailand. Apparently my allergies agreed because five bites in and my tongue began to swell.
I am currently pumped up on antihistamine feeling disgusted that dragon fruit appears to be going the way of mango and pineapple. Dang allergies.