The 24 hour fruit stand outside my apartment has different proprietors over the course of the day and night. I really like the one during the day. He knows my routine as I whiz by in the morning, grabbing a banana and handing him 25 cents. Sometimes I buy on credit if I don’t have change.
“Just two bananas?” he said.
“Yes,” I said. “As you can see, two bananas.”
He made a move for a bag of baby carrots in an attempt to upsell.
I put the bananas down, grabbed the one dollar bill out of his hand and left. I don’t need that constant pressure from my fruit guy!
Life in the city.