- Sep 15, 2017
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So I promised Chilly I'd keep you all entertained.
I like avocados. My wife does not. She's a picky eater, but that's okay. The problem is, she could never purchase good avocados; bringing home groceries, they'd either be bags of mush, or rock-hard lime-green things. For some reason I couldn't get her to understand what was wrong with them.
Finally, one day, after another batch of awful fruit, I instruct her. "They should be a dark, mottled green, but not black. They should be firm, but still have some fleshy give like... like... Like this." And I put her hand on my junk.
She's bought perfect avocados every time since. Though it did get a little awkward when families started asking how she learned.
I like avocados. My wife does not. She's a picky eater, but that's okay. The problem is, she could never purchase good avocados; bringing home groceries, they'd either be bags of mush, or rock-hard lime-green things. For some reason I couldn't get her to understand what was wrong with them.
Finally, one day, after another batch of awful fruit, I instruct her. "They should be a dark, mottled green, but not black. They should be firm, but still have some fleshy give like... like... Like this." And I put her hand on my junk.
She's bought perfect avocados every time since. Though it did get a little awkward when families started asking how she learned.
