Are you a parsnip person? I don't know what parsnip people look like. People who like to eat them, I mean. People made out of parsnips would look rather like parsnips I suppose. Or maybe not. I haven't gone big into the issue.
I think they look rather lovely all piled up like that, so I plonked one of my origami boxes right in the middle to surprise the next parsnip person that came along. Stealthily. I plonked it stealthily.
I'm pretty sure the supermarket employee responsible for parsnip management would have taken it off a few seconds later and thrown it in the bin. I'm pretty sure this is the fate of most of my origami boxes.
This is what most of the rest of the world outside my own four walls looks like to me. Too busy, too hectic to possibly keep up with. And sporting a much nicer pair of legs.
