Mango Murder
Last week read an article about the price of a luscious mango in Japan. One medium sized, albeit lovely mango, costs about $25.00 USD.
Today, had just such a gorgeous beauty in my hot little hands. This tender golden melon, touched with tinges of peach and rose blush, pulsated a warm invitation to me, singing a fragrant, siren, succulent song, like a ripe and ready maid trembling and humming awaiting her belated knight.
My little beauty cost $1.29 at the local Trader Joe’s.
So, business wise, to eat like a Japanese in Japan, I would have had to earn 23 times the income to purchase this luscious fruit.
With that in mind, I hesitated for a moment. I held the little creature in my hand. Turned it over, feeling it’s cool, velvety perfect skin, smooth as the bottom of a newborn babe.
Didn’t even want to eat the little fella. Too purty, too valuable, too… alive. And too… $25.00 worth of luxurious indulgence.
As I finally sunk a knife into it’s golden orange flesh, I felt like a marauding fruit murderer.
Just because this little golden globe was $25 in Japan, I assigned greater value to this sweet mango child, and felt as if I had killed one of my own. Needless to say, this was one of the most delicious mangoes ever.
LESSON: The more expensive, the more valuable and precious. SO, DOUBLE YOUR PRICES!
(PS: Luckily I had the foresight to take pictures of this hapless fruit before it’s final demise. Will post maňana.)
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