Overheard at Woodman's East grocery store. I'm shopping for canned tomatos. Whole, because I heard enough people on the Food Network saying they're closer to the goodness of fresh because they're the least processed. That makes enough sense to me. Lately that's the only kind of canned tomato I get, and I pour the can into a bowl and crush it with my fingers, rustica, for those nice naturalistic tomato chunks, a la Mario Batali. And unseasoned, natch.

Anyhoo.

Teenage girl is talking on cell phone, trailing behind her mother, who is pushing a cart. "I'm still not done with Gone With the Wind," she says. "It's really long." She talks a little more, and I realize she's talking about the book -- not the movie. I'm impressed.

The girl continues: "What?"

Pause.

"Well, it's set in the 1860s, in the South. It's about this woman, and she has these sisters, and the men are going off to war."

Pause.

 "I don't know which war. I think it's the War of 1812."