Is This So Wrong?
I want to get a food handler’s permit and then go to the grocery store and paw through all of the produce–touch each and every last apple. Open up packages of ground beef and make little sculptures out of them. Stir my hands elbow-deep through the big bins of candy.
Then when a manager comes to stop me I will show them my permit and say, “It’s OK, I am authorized to do this!”
My choice to live in California has come with many caveats. The high cost of housing, food, car insurance, health care, and the requisite German auto coupled with widespread pollution, violence, natural disasters, gridlock and moral decay. However one plus is that Josh lives in Utah and thus does not feel up the meat in my neighborhood grocery store.