I was waiting for a table at the Ruby Slipper restaurant yesterday for brunch. If you’ve ever been there, you know that it’s a small restaurant and it’s a given that there will be a line outside. I sat outside on some steps in the oppressive heat, being grateful that it was at least in the shade.

But as I sat, meditating, trying not to move or speak (as if to ward off some of the heat), my trance was suddenly broken by a robotic voice box. The burst was, at first, incomprehensible, but it got louder as it got closer, “I got watermelon and canteloupes. I got spinach.”  The sound was coming from the locally well-known Mr. Okra. He’s a produce vendor on wheels and he can be seen throughout the city of New Orleans, selling his goods to residents and businesses. Apparently, he recently got some new wheels with a new paint job.

 

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