Ever heard of the quote, “an apple a day keeps the doctors away”? Well, if that is true, then my next doctor’s appointment is in the next century. My friends can attest to how many apples I eat. Apparently, they all developed mysophobia from constantly hearing me bite into an apple during our calls: “oh, here comes Apple Boy eating an apple again without muting himself”. I mean it is the perfect fruit after all: juicy, crunchy, and easy to eat.
However, ever since coming to campus, it is now my responsibility to buy groceries. Where are Fuji apples? Back in New York, the nearest Chinese supermarket is a ten-minute walk away. Here, Super 88 or H-Mart requires two transfers from the subpar MBTA. I regretfully have to compromise with MacIntosh apples from Star Market. Yuck! These school cafeteria apples cannot substitute Fuji apples, the ideal variant. The lack of a crispy Fuji apple in my diet has made me grumpy and beyond disappointed. My year has been ruined.
*This is meant to be a joke, but I do love Fuji apples*
