Last week, I got on a very crowded bus. There was a seat available next to a man who was rather surrepticiously eating a grapefruit. It seemed to me that he tried to conceal his snack even more, once I sat down, so I commented on how nice it smelled.
He was holding it in a napkin, and he unfurled the side closest to me, "It's a grapefruit."
"I love grapefruits," I answered.
He nodded, "My friend, he just told me about them and showed me how to eat them, and now I can't get enough of them. I eat them every day when I can get them."
"When I lived in California, you could walk through my neighborhood and see all sorts of citrus trees in people's yards, and if the fruit hung over the fence, you could help yourself."
He looked over at me and somewhat incredulously asked, "So you grew up eating grapefruits?"
This struck me as impossibly sad.