Breakfast

One morning I ran into a friend. By way of greeting, she said, “Don’t mind me, I’m grouchy after my breakfast.”

“What did you eat?” I asked.

“An apple, same as every day…”

“Every day!” I interrupted. “You ought to mix it up. Have you tried grapefruit?”

“As a matter of fact, I love apples,” she replied. “Only today, my apple had a worm in it!”

Seems this time I had more consideration for breakfast than for my friend.