I bought a bagful yesterday and placed them on the ledge in my office window — an arm’s length from my keyboard.
Promising orbs of juicy pleasure —
And when I choose —
I had a visitor to my office yesterday who commented on the oranges.
When I offered him one, he declined, explaining that while he loves the taste of oranges —
He cannot be bothered with the process of peeling —
“Too much trouble.”
“Too much mess.”
And I think —
“But the fragrance! The juice! The treasure within!”
And then —
It hits me.
The critical importance of the orange test —
As a predictor of — er — compatibility.
Yes. Yes. Yes —