Apples or oranges?  You’ve heard the comparisons.

At a banquet a few years ago I was trying to pick one up with a fork and it shot off my plate and struck someone very important across the table.

Whenever I hear the cliché, I assume the speaker is trying to shut down the opposition in an argument.  After all, there are dozens of varieties of apples according to what I’ve found while shopping or picking at an orchard (I really miss burgundy and crispin!)  When it comes to oranges, some have seeds and some don’t.  And, those clementines and tangerines are close relatives.

Personally, I like the sweetness of oranges, but eating them at work is messy.  Your fingers get sticky and then the keyboard gets all gooey and you’ve got to wash your hands, but that gets the doorknob at the loo all nasty.  So, generally I eat apples at work.

Last week, someone left a vegetable tray in the refrigerator in the Townsquare kitchen.  The little tomatoes are tasty, but I skip them in public.  At a banquet a few years ago, I was trying to pick one up with a fork and it shot off my plate and struck someone very important across the table.  Ranch dressing does stain the lapels!  And, if you try slicing them you’re likely to squirt a neighbor and unlike at home you can’t then pick them off the floor and eat them.  How ‘bout you?  Apples or oranges?