The color of purple

Today has been one of those days. I’m trying to solve a couple of problems at work that just don’t make sense. My credit card got rejected by the local gas station – and this is after I called Visa to complain that their theft protection is a little overkill. And I learned the hard way at lunch that there are times when you should not take your shoes off in a restaurant (apparently you’re supposed to wear socks even in 90 degree weather).

The bright spot in the day was finding a bakery that had a real, honest-to-goodness loaf of bread. Not just wonderbread either, but a round loaf of browned, baked goodness. I splurged and got cheese (dairy is hard to come by here) and orange juice (yes, I read the label carefully this time) to go with it and was all set for dinner. But as I sliced the bread, I noticed something odd. The bread was purple inside. Darker than lavender, but not quite eggplant – kind of dark lilac. The color of blueberry yogurt after you stir it. I have no idea what it was - taro flour maybe?

I ate it anyway – tasted like bread, if a little sweet. But certain things, like bread and construction equipment, should just not come in purple.