I fill up my car a couple of times a week, usually on my way home from work. Gas prices are a few pennies less in the suburbs, and it’s better to get it out of the way before getting onto the highway.
Filling up has always, for as long as I can remember, also meant going inside to buy a bag of something to eat on the way home. I could just pay at the pump and remove the temptation, but I haven’t yet been able to do that.
But yesterday I tried something different. I bought a large container of the biggest green grapes I could find. They were about to go bad –if they had not already done so–but they were still less than I would pay for a bag of Cheetos.
I ate them all, and didn’t realize that grapes could taste that good. Maybe they weren’t the best grapes ever, but if they are the ones that help to me break a very self-destructive habit, they’ll be very sweet ones, indeed.