My wife and I took our family to the Chmielewski Blueberry Farm this morning. There were blueberries everywhere, so my wife and I decided we’d only pick the ones that were harder to reach, and we’d look for the biggest ones that were perfectly ripe.
While we were picking, my wife and I talked about how much fun this was since there was an abundance of berries. And we talked about how it would be no fun if you had a scarcity mindset, competing with everyone else and trying to pick every berry possible. Someone a row over from us commented that it was a little competitive because the berries were a somewhat picked over. I don’t know what he meant by picked over: we picked over 14 pounds of blueberries while being selective about what we picked.
As we were leaving the farm, I struck up a conversation with an unpleasant older woman. She was carrying less than a pint of berries and complaining that the berries were so scarce. It’s hard to imagine we had just come from the same farm.