I ask the stocker at T.J's Burien store, "Can you tell me where I can find the boxed fig bars?"
"We don't carry those," she says, shelving powerbars in their display boxes.
"Yes, you do."
"If you mean Fig Newtons, no……"
"No, let me see, how can I help you with this," I answer, and recite T.J.'s own line, "A fig walks into a bar…"
"Oh," she says, "those, let me show you," she points a the bottom shelf across the aisle.
"Ah, not at eye site," I say, "that's why I missed them."
I'm working on anger management.
Turning irritation into something to smile at, has been my aim for the past six months.
As long as I can feel my temper rise, the joke's still on me.