Everything has its cost

Your money or your baby’s life, madam — your choice

I was in a local supermarket this morning — not Whole Foods, or “Snooty Pierre’s Emporium for the Elite”, but a regular old, standard store selling food for everyday use — and was appalled to see that iceberg lettuce was priced at $2.49; good lord, for a bit of tasteless crunch? No thanks.

But the real shock came when I moved 10’ down the aisle to the “organic” section and saw what they wanted for that. I bought neither type.

“Laced with insecticide, and rushed foaming from our garden to your table!”

“Irrigated with only the finest of all-natural unicorn urine and farm worker sweat”