We Got There Eventually!

A guy in his mid-fifties came into our farmstand.

Me: “What can I help you find?”

He looked confused.

Customer: “They’re out there, in the field!”

Then, I was confused.

Me: “What, deer?”

We’d seen some in the field in the evenings.

Customer: “Yes! I want some of those.”

Now, I was really confused.

Me: “I can’t sell the deer, sir; they’re wild.”

He was confused again.

Customer: “No, that’s not the word. What I want is round.”

He held up his fingers in a circle. I was even more confused.

Me: “We have lots of roundish things, sir.”

A light went on.

Customer: “Eggs! That’s what it is.”

Me: “Sorry, we don’t sell eggs because we don’t have any chickens.”

The man looked even more incredibly confused.

Customer: “No, they don’t come from chickens. They come from the field! Like I said before! They’re red.”

I was starting to feel like I was in the Twilight Zone.

Me: “Are you asking for tomatoes, sir?”

He lit up and looked very relieved.

Customer: “Yes! Tomatoes.”

He bought several pounds and left, whistling and happy.

He was a local resident. I did wonder if it was a “senior moment” type thing, or a language processing issue or something, or if he was just tired. I know I forget words sometimes, but this seemed like a really extreme form of that.