i think my father bounces apples like basketballs after he purchases them. i brought an apple to work today, it-was beautiful on the outside, i’d looked at it and turned it around and it-was-it! the singular royal gala that i would eat today.
first bite was fantastic.
but on closer review of the apple i realised it had no less than 3 large large bruises, that was disappointing. i stooped to scooping bruises out with a spoon.
i walked around the office for a little bit, puting newspaper clippings on the wall. i generally like to look at the food that i’m eating, it’s almost impossible not to look an apple when you are eating it. try it! eat an entire apple without looking at it once, i bet you can’t do it.
anyway, so i twist the apple around the way you do when you are priming it for that perfect bite. and my finger found another bruise. dammit!
dad: -100 for bruising the apples
me:
- 10 for not inspecting the apple properly this morning
+ 100 for persisting
emma: 90
dad: -100
i definitely won in this instance.
xx
