do..you...like..to..talk..to tomatoes

There once was a cute little broccoli flouret who went to the produce aisle. Man oh man was she craving some produce. As she was browsing through the apples and bananas she spied her one true love..GAUCOMOLE. She threw her purse down and kicked her shoes off in a fit off joy and ran over to the gaucomole. She reached to the very top shelf of the cooler only to knock all the gaucomole packages to the floor. She cried "holy gaucomole" in shock only to realize that was the brand scattered about her feet. She could feel her flourets curl in embarassment. She quickly looked around for onlookers of her episode only to see a tall stalk o' celery watching her with a smirk on his face standing right by her. Pickles. She fell to her knees scrambling around the floor picking up the packages only to akwardly touch the celery stalk's foot. Pickles. She looked up only to see him still akwardy smirking. Finally Broccoli picked up the packages and put them back on the shelf...only to her head on the cooler. Pickles. Shaking off the pain she stood tall grabbed her one package of gaucomole and moved on to the next thing on her list. Spinich. She smirked at the celery realizing it was right in front of him. Pickles.She akwardly stretched in front of him grabbed a bag of baby spinach and accidentally elbowed him in the stomach. Pickes. All that managed mutter out of this lil' broccoli's mouth was.."well that could have been akward". Broccoli ran away only to later be confronted by the celery in another aisle..as he was once again...stocking the sheves.