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Which fruit is the most filling?

Two days ago I went to Value Village and purchased some new used clothes. It was a good event and still changes my life today.

I am standing in the bakery of the Carrs at aurora village, when Willy D, my good friend, agrees with me that we should buy as much food as we can with the change that we have in our pockets. I bum the change off of my other friends and we are up to $1.70. We look around for 5 minutes finding nothing in our modest price range, until the idea of fruit comes along. We head the magical mystical produce department. On the way there W Duffin says these ever-fateful words, "We should ask a produce guy which fruit is the most filling." I think, "sounds like a plan."

Once we are at the produce department finding an employee is tougher than I originally anticipate, but we find one. We ask him the question, and he responds by pointing to the department head. We wander to the department head and ask the same question. He sees us, Will wearing a burly carpenters shirt, hat and holding a handful of change that has been arranged and counted; and me wearing my full array of value village with more than a year old shoes (Will is wearing old shoes too). Thinking that we are poor bums, he pulls is work apron to the side and pulls out a dollar. I immediately know what he is going to do although it is hard to believe. I say, "no we don't need the money." He continues to push the money on us. I decide to let him to his good deed and receive the money thankfully. He shows us in his opinion the best fruit in the store, a crate of 99cents per pound tangerines. I do careful arithmetic and find that we can purchase 6 tangerines and apple with our money. Will and I ring out and have 20 cents extra.

At the food court I cut the apple in half and we share our investment. Eating everything but the stem, even the seeds and core. Our other friends come back and are surprised with the news. We are happy. we read a news paper that is sitting in on the food court table. All our scraps we save. We think about what life would be like. Making cracks at the idea. I say that we could live in my Volkswagen van the idea seems more real. Once again I ponder into the depth of human thought and think how I would live if I were a bum having to receive handouts on a daily basis. New experiences are neat but I think W. Duffin and I experienced all the bumdom that we really want (right now in our life).