“My mate always forgets the cart and then gets more than she expected.”
“Why don’t we get you a countertop herb garden?” Wendy pulled out her phone.
“A what?”
“Here.” She handed me her phone to a photo of a product from the store. It was a small plastic tray with small holes down the length of it and an expanding arm that suspended a light over the tray. “Each hole is for a small cup of soil. It will grow an herb in each hole and you will have your own supply whenever you need it.”
“This is actually genius.” I handed back her phone. “Now we just have to find it.”
“Actually, the store made it easy.” She scrolled for a minute. “This location has it in aisle twenty.” She led the way to the aisle. “And now that we are here, we can hit this button.” And she pointed to a flashing tag halfwa
