David says they look like orange hand grenades. I think they just look freakishly unnatural. As I backed away from them in disgust at Fred Meyer yesterday morning, Kim grabs two of them, puts them in front of her eyes, and walks slowly towards me. I couldn’t look at her! I’m not squeamish, but there’s something about these oranges that I find disturbing within my schema for fruit!
Camera: Motorola Droid
Apps: PicSay Pro
Location: Fred Meyer Produce Department (across from Starbucks); Burlington, WA