Speaking parts?

Yesterday I went to my local supermarket to purchase some basic nutritional necessities( as I was approaching the point where entire meals were prepared from seasoning alone). First I encounter the peppers sold in their triplet packs, as bright as traffic lights, I check for signs of crush, inspecting them one by one through the noisy cellophane; when my eyes check the last and am satisfied they are free of imperfections, I glance at the green pepper and as though given the signal to "go", I move on to my next item. Next is Ice Berg lettuce they are sealed in plastic which clings tightly to their green bodies, restraining their natural urge towards a more casual leaf policy. Two tall young men are also purusing the lettuces, acting as competition for me, the pressure is on to find the most supreme specimen before my rivals. They speak in an unknown tongue and my ear wrestles to elucidate the assortment of consonants and vowels, I detect a heavy bias towards "o", "s" and "n". Phonetically it sounds as follows: "snorla snorba osna snorly snorna snorb snorb". I fail to identify it definitively and prefer to invent their nationality as "Snorlanders", I concoct a vision of Snorland; a land divided in two, half its residents live in the forest, half in the desert. In order to generate harmony in Snorland and eliminate the divisions that arise though physical segregation, a tradition arose of socially "binding" every new born of the desert people with one of the forest. The children would grow up separately but would always be two halves of the same, and value in each other what they did not possess themselves. Difference is the thread that unites and that which they all share. During their rite of passage into adulthood they pair up for the first time, meeting on the point where the forest turns to desert; from there they journey to distant lands to receive what is best from others, and share with others what is best of themselves....My reverie is interrupted by an old woman in a head scarf asking me about the cucumbers, in confusion I pick one up and hand it to her before realising she only wished to know the price, her eyesight not being what it once was.