As I was sitting in the deli café the other day, waiting for my order to arrive, I casually glanced at my surroundings, breathing in the details. To my right a couple sat quietly munching on their Buffalo turkey wraps carrying on a conversation in whisper. The waitress, a patient young woman who looked to be in her mid-20s silently wiped the front counter clean, and then she smiled faintly and retreated to the kitchen.

Towards the front of the store my eyes carefully scanned each customer as they entered the deli. It’s in this moment that I reflect about the appearances of human beings. It’s true that as humans we all come in different shapes and sizes, much like anything – like fruit for instance. Today I saw all sorts of apples, oranges, bananas and tomatoes – those people who pass as both a fruit and a vegetable.

For a moment I looked away for certain that my food was on its way and naturally this being a casual service deli it wasn’t. When I looked towards the front of the store again I noticed that unbeknownst to me Fidel Castro had entered the building and was paying for his Dr. Pepper. In that moment I thought, “Would Fidel actually drink Dr. Pepper or would he prefer Coca-Cola or a Pepsi?” (Mike thinks he’d drink Ironbeer). Despite my ponderings, there he was, Fidel Castro, at the Big Mini Mart in Rochester, New York.