He often bought oranges from an old lady.
After they were weighed, paid for and put in his bag,
he would always pick one from his bag, peel it, put a segment in his mouth,
complain it's sour and pass on the orange to the seller.
The old lady would put one segment in her mouth and
retort, "it's sweet," but by then he was gone with his bag.
His wife, always with him, asked, "the oranges
are always sweet, then why this drama every time?"
He smiled, "the old mother sells sweet oranges
but never eats them herself. This way I get her to eat one, without her losing
money. That's all."
The vegetable seller next to the old lady, saw this
happen every day.
She chided, "every time this man fusses over your
oranges, and I see that you always weigh a few extra for him. Why?"
The old lady smiled, "I know he does this to feed
me an orange. He thinks I don't understand. I never weigh extra. His love tilts
the scale slightly every time."
~ Author Unknown
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“Good begets good.”
~ Paul Auster
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