|Mrs. Rafina Draminsky|
Ordinarily Earth's Bounty would not have been Mrs. Rafina Draminsky's first choice. It was an elite food market promoting exotic natural and organic foods including Ancient Mayan Multimush cereal bars at thirty dollars for a box of twelve. The store also sold genuine Pomo Indian gift baskets and hand-carved wooden salad utensils made by a tribe in the Peruvian Amazon whose members probably had no use for them. In Mrs. Rafina Draminsky's opinion it was a place where the rich could feel virtuous and nutritionally fortified. The latter were, she believed, trying to form themselves into a master race of collagen-enhanced, vitamin-enriched Methuselahs, which, of course, was nothing new.
"You're prejudiced, Mom," one or the other of Mrs. Rafina Draminsky's daughters always said, to which accusation Mrs. Rafina Draminsky merely shrugged.
Earth's Bounty had been selected for Benny's lesson because of a particular checker (guaranteed to be working there today) who was willing to devote time and endless patience while Benny slowly and painstakingly counted out the correct sum of money to pay for his few groceries. Connie Gympoli, Benny's mother, provided the needed cash and didn't appear to grudge the inflated prices.
"Or-GAN-ic ba-NAN-as," Benny sang out (he was a spontaneous soloist) as Mrs. Rafina Draminsky maneuvered her twenty-year-old Toyota Previa into one of the two available parking spaces designed, quite obviously, for vehicles smaller than a mini-van.
Mrs. Rafina Draminsky noted that to the left of her was a gleaming maroon-colored Mercedes Benz. "Be careful with the door, Benny," she warned. Her warning had the effect of Benny's lightly flinging the door open with his hand instead of kicking it open vigorously with his foot. Hence the door of the Previa made gentle contact with the door of the Mercedes.
Then all hell broke loose...