I stopped and stared at the apples on display. Some poor worker had taken the time to stack the apples by colour into pyramids. In my mind’s eye I saw a child coming along, taking an apple from the bottom and the whole pyramid collapsing on to the shop floor. How many of those apples would they to throw away? Shaking, my head I walked passed the loose apples and to the already bagged ones. The choice was limited, but I found the kid size apples and put them in my basket. I couldn’t help but wonder as I left how many people would avoid the loose apples today.
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