Health Markets in Torrance, CA

“Sprouts carries a number of vegan options in every department and has awesome produce. Their deli also has a great 'build your own sandwich' with great veggie options for only $5 Updated from previous review on 2026-02-13”

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“The old man is talking again.

He has three things on the belt. Bread. Eggs. A can of soup. He stands close to the counter like it’s cold behind him. The clerk scans slowly. He doesn’t notice. Or maybe he does and doesn’t care.

He tells her the tomatoes aren’t what they used to be. Says they used to split open in the sun. Says they smelled like something. She nods. She says, “Yeah,” the way people do when they don’t know what else to say.

I look at my watch. I don’t need to. I just want to feel the weight of time in my hand.

There are four people behind me now. No one speaks. We all breathe a little louder than we need to.

The old man laughs. It’s not a big laugh. It’s dry. He says his wife used to make soup with bones and scraps. “Best you ever had,” he says. Then he adds, “She’s gone now.”

The clerk’s face changes. Just a little. She says she’s sorry. He shrugs. Like it’s weather.

I shift my feet. I think about dinner at home. The light from the television. The quiet. It will not be so different from his quiet. I don’t like that thought.

He asks her what she’s studying. She says business. He says that’s good. Says the world always needs people who understand money.

The machine beeps. The receipt prints.

He folds it slow. Puts it in his wallet like it matters.

He thanks her. Says her name. He must have read it off the tag. No one does that anymore.

He pushes his cart away.

Now it’s me.

The clerk looks at me. “How are you?”

I almost say fine. I almost end it there.

Instead I say, “Long shift?”

She nods. “Yeah.”

I nod back. That’s all.

The line moves again.”