TWC was slicing a delectably perfect avocado so's the missus could have some on her soon-to-be-served, hot-off-the-grill, ownage cheeseburger (Mr Kewl's term, not mine) when I noticed the ripe sticker on the discarded skin. It made me smirk out loud. SmOL**.
In my vagrant yoot, somehow those stickers invariably ended up on some sweet young chiquita's pretty little back side (as did the little blue Chiquita stickers). Without her knowledge, acourse.
But you scored the real points when one appeared (right side up, acourse) on the derrière of one of the hot twenty-something teachers. Mega points for Miss Gretchen Grashuis, a striking blond, destined to marry some rich ski bum on the slopes at Grenoble or sweet, smokin' hot Miss Polly Reagan (southern drawl still intact), both fresh out of college and walking into a severe teacher shortage, thus ensuring immediate gainful employment in sunny So Cal.
As if putting up with the likes of us was anybody's dream job.
Tip of the glass: image from Calavo, **phraseology lesson from sometime contributor NoStarDomus.