Having my fruit-stand has always been a dream of mine because I wanted the opportunity to share the wonderfulness of perfectly sun-ripened fruit with others.
After acquiring a permit, I set up my fruit-stand at the mouth of the canyon. There’d be lots of people hiking up the canyon at this time of the year. As I sat in my folding chair, a lady in a straw hat came up, asked, “What’s good?”
Before I could say anything, she popped a cherry into her mouth and spat the whole thing onto the ground. “You call this good? Blech!”