Stella ignored the pungent aroma of ripe strawberries and made a bee-line for the items on her list. On the way to checkout she passed by them again. She closed her eyes for a moment but could not block the soft, cultured store music. She had known she'd regret stopping by the most expensive super market in town but she was in a hurry.
She laid her items on the conveyor belt (a cucumber - not the organic kind, 2 frozen pizzas - on sale, potato wedges & fish sticks - store brand). The woman in front of her, with the shiny honey blond hair, wearing a freshly laundered beige suit and six-inch beige high-heels, had a pint of natural, organic yoghurt, a bunch of yellow, perfectly shaped bananas and yes, strawberries.
Stella's cell phone started ringing out the first chords of Take It Off.
The woman turned around and looked at Stella, taking in her grey hair roots, her baggy eyes, the wrinkly pink t-shirt and her faded jeans. She smirked.
"Hello?" said Stella timidly.
"Your boy made the honor-roll again", said the old voice. Pause. Stella could hear her grandmother lighting up one of her cigarettes. "Come on over, I've got strawberries." Click.
Stella fixed her eye on the register and began to add up the prices in her head, even though she was pretty sure she had enough money with her. She didn't notice the cashier's withering look. She was too busy smiling.