I knew I shouldn't have - but I did it anyways. Every time I go I get frustrated - well, except when I go for Gelato. Hoping for the golden pot at the end of the rainbow - I arrived early, expecting to just sashay in and find a beautiful, fresh unpicked over, display of various luscious and sublime fresh figs. The plans was that after finally picking up my old decrepit body from the floor after swooning over the glorious sight of figs dripping honey ready- no begging me to take them home, I would expectantly put them in a bag, breathlessly run to the cashier to pay for them only to finally sink my teeth in them on the way back to the office - fig juice magnificently dripping down around the big corny smile, down my chin only to be deposited on my crisp starched shirt to be displayed as a trophy - a trophy of gustatorial pleasure, The plan was perfection! Executed perfectly - with the timing impeccable - traffic was down, found a parking space near the door, the day hadn't gotten real hot yet, just few Tad's and Muffy's around with their coiffed hair dragging along their 2 1/2 bratty and rude kids dressed in Diesel, but best of all I was taking a short break from the office. HOWEVER You'd think that at 55 years of age I'd know better, you'd think the hard edge of experience, the whip burns of real life would have caused my memory to be clearer! But I am an inveterate, irreconcilable, hopelessly romantic optimist at times. Reality slapping you on the face smarts. I'm just not always smart enough to put 2 + 2 together and come up with four. Did Whole Paycheck have any figs? Anybody want to hazard a guess?: Navid teased me with the mere mention of Whole Paycheck having fresh figs in flavors I have only dreamed about - well don't know if I've ever dreamed about them, but I have read about them on here! With licentious dreams shattered and splintered and thrown to the dogs, I consoled my epicurean psyche with goat butter, fig and almond cake and some expensive (and aged) cheeses after passing up the morels and black truffles. Thought a dry-aged rib eye would be a good enticement to a new unrealized fantasy world - but alas - they were out of them also! With head hung low, back at work, sucking on some sugar free instant lemonade.