Sweet corn season is in full swing where I live and it is making some people crazy.
At the market today, I witnessed shoppers attacking the corn bin with the intensity of children tearing through loot on Christmas morning. Ripping off the husks, tossing faulty ears aside, snatching up another ear…they looked hungry, a bit like zombies, their eyes glazed, their focus on the corn dulling awareness of everything else.
I get that no one wants to bring home rotten produce, but these people were frenzied. Was there a race? Was there hidden money waiting to be found?
Luckily the corn zombies were not interested in attacking people, so I got in and out safely.
Maybe leaping into this particular fray didn’t require bravery, but it was a little scary in there.