Dec 03, 2008 21:52
The flimsy plastic bags you find on rolls in produce departments are NOT designed to hold five grapefruit. Trust me on this. Grapefruit all over the floor.
This morning, when someone commented that her grapefruit didn't want to leave with her, I asked if it had good reason. She replied that she slaps her fruit around at home, and word had probably gotten out.
I laughed to the point of tears. And even though my day otherwise sucked beyond the telling of it, all I had to do was think of this morning and I started giggling again. I told her that she made my day.
I . . . don't know why I found this so funny.