As Olive And Breathe…, Part 2
I’m showing my schoolfriend around my garden after school one day.
Me: “These are some olive trees. My grandad planted them when he was a boy, apparently, so now they’re pretty big.”
Friend: “That’s so cool!”
Me: “In fact, some are ready. Want to try one?”
Friend: “Yeah!”
I hand him a particularly good one. He takes a bite and spits it out, looking disgusted.
That was the day I found out he’d only ever eaten pitted olives stuffed with pimento, and assumed that’s how olives came off the tree…
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