There’s a craze in Spain I was reading about, where young people turn up at the supermarket and use pineapples in trolleys to signify that they’re single. It’s dating, with upturned fruit and a nifty trip round Morrisons.
El Morrisons, I suppose. If you’re really up for it you can move into the wine aisle, where you can then meet similarly happy shoppers to make eyes at while you all babysit your upturned pineapples.
The problem for the supermarkets is that these young people don’t actually buy pineapples - or in fact, very much at all. So in some stores, the employees are actually having to hide the fruit between certain times, just to prevent their shop from becoming a sort of grocery-based Tinder.
It’s all very complicated isn’t it? What happened to the tea dance? Or even the nightclub? Or just good-old ‘being friends for fifteen years and then realising how attached you are during a global pandemic’? I wonder whether successive generations are somehow doomed to make dating slightly more difficult than the one before.
Well it’s not for me to wade into. Perhaps the world just is more intricately difficult to navigate, and this nifty pineapple fad is just the latest danse de deux - no different to a lady dropping her handkerchief in view of a dashing squire, or a fine gentleman interpreting the delicate system of fan-waving at a regency ball.
I just think it’s difficult for people who want to actually buy a pineapple. I mean if you can’t make a pina colada any more, or a party hedgehog, or even a Hawaiian pizza without worrying that the pineapple has been thumbed several times by flirting teenagers, then I’m not sure life is objectively better.
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