After that I met a friend at Pinkberry to catch up and then walked across the street to Whole Foods for a pumpkin, gourd, or squash. What I found was a kettlebell or some sort of alien egg sack. I quickly became pretty popular in the check out line, as everyone asked me what I was going to do with it. Apparently "I'm just going to sit it in my kitchen" isn't the right thing to say. I suppose in a place like Whole Foods the employees don't want anything to go to waste, and by the looks on their faces, and their verbal reactions, I could tell they weren't too pleased that I wasn't going to use it for some sort of sustenance. I told them they would see me again when this one rotted.