He stood there in the produce aisle
Beffuddled and confused.
And I laughed as I approached,
His dismay had me amused.
"Pardon me," he said outloud.
"Do you know much about these?"
He was referring to a cantelope
That he was about to squeeze.
"How do I know if they're ripe enough."
He asked, as if I were his friend.
"Someone told me that I could tell
If they were scented on the end."
"Oh that's not it," I answered,
"I'll tell you how you'll know.
Tap gently on the melon's side
The ripe ones sound hollow."
He asked me for my number,
After we chatted for a while.
Then I continued shopping.
Turning down the cereal aisle.
Imagine how chagrined I was
When I overheard him say
"Excuse me miss, I wonder
Do these apples look okay?"