Stealing Butterflies

Chapter Five

There are five different types of Rosalinda Roasted Peppers.

Who knew?

Well, now Quil and I did.

We were currently doing our Food Slave job. The whole car ride over to the grocery store, Quil had sung along to the Temptations while I tried not to sock him and break his jaw, again. I tried multiple times to change the channel, and it turns out he broke it. So now the radio in my truck is stuck on the same station.

If I hear "There Aint no Mountain High Enough" one more time I might just die. If I hear Quil sing one more time, well, he might just have to die.

Anyway, we were still on item #1: two bags of Rosalinda Roasted Peppers.

Turns out, there's five kinds. And Emily didn't specify which one she wanted. So the two of us were standing, staring, at the shelf where these bags sat.

"Holy shit," Quil said, making me jump and knock over a couple boxes of taco shells, "there are blue peppers!"

"What?" I said, racing forward. I didn't bother picking up the boxes. There was the more important matter of oddly colored vegetables at hand. Are peppers vegetables? I think so...

"Look!"

"Quil, those are just corn flower chips."

"Well, they're still blue."

"They make purple ones, too."

"What?"

His eyes looked so big I thought they were going to pop out of his head. I was actually kind of surprised when they didn't.

"They're just chips," I said with a shrug before grabbing some random bags to sling into the cart, hoping Emily could deal with my sort-of-not-really-educated guess.

"Are you kidding me?"

Here comes the rant in, 3... 2... 1:

"Blue chips are not natural, Embry. I mean, sure, orange is kind of weird, but not really, because cheese is orange. And it's the flavor of the chip, so it makes sense. Orange cheese, orange chip."

Item #2: Blue Cheese.

Oh, the irony.

"I mean, come on, and what is up with this purple?"

Where do you find blue cheese? Is it on the cheese aisle? Is there such thing as a cheese aisle? Okay, time to consult the magic hanging boards.

"It has to be fake coloring. I mean there is no such thing as blue colored cheese or purple cheese, except for the really moldy kind."

Aisle number three it is. Wait, that's not right... doesn't cheese need to be refrigerated? I think so. Oh well, I'll check it anyway.

"Who would even eat blue chips? Are they healthy? I don't think so. I mean, food dye is bad for you."

Nope. Not here...To the back! Er, side-back, area of the store. It should be there. If not, we're screwed.

"I do not want to eat that stuff."

I mean, Quil was no help, and I can't find my way around grocery stores as it is. Well, I sort of can, but not really.