Anchal*, this really old Indian woman who works in my building gave me this “special breed” tangerine. We we’re on the elevator . “Happy Holidays” she said with (was it? yes it was) an almost imperceptible conspiratorial nod and a mirthful twinkle in her eye. She also gave me a mini Hershey bar. I ate the Hershey right away. Who doesn’t eat a Hershey’s right away?
The orange, on the other hand, gave me pause; which is why it’s still in the vast wasteland otherwise known as my purse. I mean what kinda trip was Anchal tryina send me on with this “special” orange? While I pondered whether I should enjoy the pulpy holiday gift I did a photo shoot of it. It was a a slow day at work and I have lots of construction paper at my job. I’m a Librarian. Construction paper is par for the course in La vie en Bibliotheque.
*Names have been changed to protect the enchanted Indian woman who’s been working at the Library for centuries.