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Orange, come back home

One day I was merrily riding to work on the 17 with my gym tote, purse, and lunch bag in tow. I had chosen a seat on the vertical bench seats in back to allow myself extra room and since there was no one sitting on my left side, I used the space to set my paraphernalia. I got out my book (I was reading Wicked at the time, and due to the fact that I read slower than the illiterate, I’m still reading it - 10 months later) and started losing myself in the pages. All was well until the driver rounded the corner at Hennepin and 24th, at which point my lunch bag fell over and the oversized, ripe, delicious orange I had planned to eat for my afternoon snack rolled out and plopped onto the floor. It continued to roll, rapidly making way to the front of the bus.

Not wanting to get up and search for my orange while the bus was moving, I decided to say “f*ck it” and go down to AJ’s Popcorn for my afternoon snack. (Although I did briefly lament the loss of such a perfect piece of fruit). But life goes on. I continued reading, looking up only to check out any good looking guys or weird looking freaks who were boarding.

Then, as we turned the corner from 24th onto Nicollet, an amazing thing happened. As I turned the next page of my book, I felt a light tap on my right foot. I looked down to see what the culprit was and there sat my orange. It had rolled back home. As I reached down and picked it up, I noticed the woman across from me staring. “This is mine!” I exclaimed. And she looked at my like I was one of the weird looking freaks. But I didn’t care. I got my fruit back, and that was all that mattered.

Tale by Julie, posted on February 2, 2007, Tagged with none

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