Today I had a glorious, gigantic fuji apple, at the very pinnacle of ripeness. It was easily the size of both my fists put together, and filled my car with an enticing fragrance. I have never seen a more perfect apple. It sat in the driver's seat as I listened to a Norah Jones interview on NPR and thought of how many wonderful ways I could eat it. Then, I stopped at a red light right next to a homeless panhandler. I marveled at my good fortune, since I always want to give homeless people food but I rarely have food in the car with me. I rolled down the window.
"Want an apple?"
"Thank you, I love apples," he said.
Then, he smiled, and I realized that I had just given a very firm apple to a very nearly toothless man.