Carolyn loved to decorate and that’s why she’s now at the Bellevue Mental Facility.
When Woolworth’s introduced their new line of “Fruit Festival” plastics, Carolyn lost her mind and single-handedly purchased every product in the collection. As long as it had fruit on it somewhere, it was game-on.
As if preparing for an apocalypse, she covered the toaster, the mixer, shelves, the bread box, chairs, her husband Hal and, at one point, their cat. Hal kept checking for leaks in the roof wondering if Carolyn was expecting torrential rain in the home, but it all seemed fine.
Then it happened, on a frantic school morning, Carolyn went to make toast for Bobby and failed to locate the toaster. She searched high and low, she cried and yelled at Bobby to help her—the pattern swirling and created a psychotic whirlwind of pears and cherries, as if a hundred fruit tarts had exploded.
Carolyn finally succumbed to the millions of sweet prunus avium, suffocating her mind and consuming her suburban OCD. She drove Bobby to school and quickly tried to return all the plastic covers to Woolworths, but she didn’t have her receipt.
She screamed at the cashier, the manager and district manager.
Store security descended on her like fruit flies, and soon Carolyn was on her way to the nearby nut house, where fruits and nuts lived together in a perfect festival of
Today, Carolyn’s jams and compotes can be found at the Vermont Country Store.
Since cherries and pears have been discontinued from her product line, she is well again. 🍒 - 1 minute ago