One day, we stopped at a fruit stand and this is what I saw:
That's right, folks. Needless to say, I freaked the fuck out. The guys behind the counter laughed at my expense, then asked if I wanted to see one.
I replied with a polite "Fuck no!"
And was rewarded by the older gentleman opening the top and slowly, carefully reaching in. With a loud, "Gotcha!" he snapped his hand in and slowly pulled it back out to reveal...
A baby's rattle.
You know, those plastic things that babies like to bang around and drool on....
I was not amused.
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