I asked the greengrocer how much longer artichoke season was, and he said,
“Another week or two. Well, longer, but they won’t be as tasty as these.”
I knew it. I knew it, the moment the words came out of his mouth, that “these” was actually the referent to, “the artichokes I had in three weeks ago.” I knew that.
It’s just that I wanted it to still be yummy artichoke season so badly that I chose to believe him.
Sucka. Transference makes fools of us all in the end.