[ WP ] A guy finds the perfect avocado

Eyes glazed over, mouth sitting slightly ajar, nostrils twitching ( only slightly ), fingers drumming to that forgettable pop song, upon the handle bar of the shopping cart, that has the whining wheels, Tom was dead on the inside. 
 His insides were dead, not because that had been shot down in some terrible `` gang incident'', or because they had n't been loved enough by Tom's parents, or anything ridiculous like that, but because insides are like hamsters: if you do n't feed them they will die. And a life like Tom's, which is limited to the drudgery of everyday routine, can provide little to no substance for his insides. 
 The deli section, Tom selects sliced honey ham, because that's what one does in the deli section. The bakery, Tom get whole wheat sliced Bunny bread, because it's good for him. The produce isle, watermelons are n't in season, Tom bought tomatoes yesterday, celery might be good, but then again -- 
 Tom's mouth snapped shut, his drumming fingers formed into clenched fists, his eyes grew wide and concentrated upon... What was that? A fruit, a vegetable? That dark green oval something... That's right... an avocado. Tom had seen these before, but never like this. Never like this luminescent, bold, brilliant piece that sat atop a small pile of similar, but unworthy siblings. 
 Tom left his cart and its fucked-up wheels, and approached the avocado, slowly, with awe and reverence painted clearly upon his stupid face. He squatted, leaned close to it, so that his nose nearly touched its taut skin, and an unfamiliar sensation spread throughout him. Glee, like that which he felt when he was an inexperienced ingrate on Christmas morning, consuming and shitting out his parent's wealth. Joy, such as the first time a calf sucked on his fingers, and he giggled now as he did then, with the uncontrollable enthusiasm that got him kicked out of Farmer Grant's petting zoo. 
 Tom reached out, and gingerly touched it, that magnificent specimen, and it sent a surge through his finger and into his soul, causing him to yell out towards the flickering fluorescent lights above, a yalp so mighty that his fellow shoppers stopped and stared in bewildered delight. Tom had found the perfect avocado, and his insides were dead no longer.
