When the other groceries are tucked into the back of the vehicle, the blueberries come and sit with me in the front seat for just a few tastes of their summer sweetness.
"Oh, yummm! Just look at those blue, blueberries against my blue, blue jeans! I'll open the top and eat that big one over on the right."
Before turning out of the parking lot onto the road:
"Okay, I'm going to pick out all the biggest and sweetest ones and eat them on the way home."
At the first traffic light:
"Wow, that was a lot of biggest and sweetest ones. But, mmmmmmmm, nothing says 'summer' like a handful of blueberries!"
At the second traffic light:
"Okay, another handful to celebrate summer."
Turning off the main road toward my subdivision:
"Oh, my! Blueberries really disappear quickly when you're eating them by the handful! Guess I'll just finish these off!"
Turning in to my subdivision:
"Ah, summer, sweet summer. At least no one sees my secret summer indulgence!"
Pulling in to the driveway:
"Mom, mom, mom! You're back!! Did you bring home any of those yummy blueberries???"