Tangerine

A man stood throwing presumably stale bread to the seagulls. I called out, “would you like some oranges?”

“Sure would!” He responded.

As my hands passed the small orange parcels out the window he commented,

“These are Tangerines Darling… Thank you!”  (he was right! Geesh, I should learn my fruit!)

He put down his sign which read “I need everything.” And peeled his “tangerines.” I drove away. Happy that both the birds and Man had an afternoon snack.

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