Overchoice

 I currently work at a grocery store, in the produce section. 

Sometimes customers approach me about the quality of the produce.

One of them said that the broccoli looked bad. It seemed fine to me, and my coworker agreed. Yet the customer pointed out brown spots on the stalks and wasn't satisfied until they selected from the organic section. They remarked that I'd pick those as well if I had the choice. 

Another customer came up while I unpacked red onions. After handling a few, the customer told me that they were too soft. I, being in an easier position to do so, tested the onions for firmness and made a selection. The customer said that it was too big. I selected a smaller one just as firm and was thanked.

Yesterday, a customer asked me if we had corncobs in the back. We did, but I was confused, because there were already a lot of them out. When I understood the situation I brought out the rest. The customer informed me that the new corncobs looked better, thanked me profusely, and made their selection. My eyes saw no difference.

When I buy bananas, I'm careful to select a bushel with the right amount. Too many and they go bad before eat all of them, too few and I have to buy more too soon.

Last night I watched a movie, The Square (2017). It was the first movie I had watched in seventeen days, not counting The Nutcracker (2013) and Drop Dead Gorgeous (1999), neither of which I finished. I currently have over 500 movies on my watchlist.

Someone wrote a book on this, "The Paradox of Choice." I don't care to read it.