All middle aged married couples blur together

I sell produce now. It's my day job. My night job is a little different than my day job. They told me to keep my day job. So I sell produce now.

My friend owns a produce stand at a farmer's market. It's a quaint little stand. He gets crushed on by sweet, and mean, old ladies. They know his name, and some even give him nicknames like lover boy.
We sell things such as asparagus. We work three days a week. From around 5:45 in the morning to 7:30 at night. It's the longest day ever (They all blur together). Though, we only work three days a week. I make really decent money doing so. Enough to support my lavish lifestyle anyway.
Only a few customers really stand out. There are so many husbands and wives, of middle age, that wander through. The husband stands off to the back of the wife, money in hand, waiting to be handed groceries. He really doesn't care if they get spring onions or potatoes, or that banana or this one. He seems more interested in leaving. Though the wife never fails to ask his opinion anyway, and that opinion is usually consists of no real opinion anyway.

All these wives have this new trend of hairstyle. It has that wave to it that says to whoever listens "I'm still young!".

I personally have stopped listening. I cut my own hair most of the time really. Nothing more daring than a bad haircut. That's really taking life into your own hands. I wish I experienced what those husbands and wives experienced. I wish I was half interested in anything at all. I could say matter-of-factly "I don't care which onion you get". Because, deep down, we all want that. We all want to say those words.