only in LA addendum

When I wrote about jury duty, I forgot to include that: about a block away from the jury parking there was a farmer's market in an elevated plaza. In the back of my mind all day I'm thinking (random bandwidth again) I would swing by, get flowers for my buddy Sunshine (who picked up my kids from school—thanks sweetie!), score something yummy for dinner, and feel all granola-ey after a day in the grubby courthouse. I walk over there after we're released, fortunately it is just by a Starbucks, which I am craving. I can see the strawberry boxes from the street. Yum! And then I get to the market. Sigh. It's a freakin' set for an episode of "Without a Trace". Not that I'd want to shop for vegetables in a market crawling with real FBI, but I would have liked to have the choice. I really need to keep better track of the market schedules.