You might think these are real fruits. They're not. They're made of plastic. I bought them today in the flower district downtown. I'll display them in the perfume store where I work to encourage people to think about summer and fruity smells.
A young woman rung me up at the cashier. She spoke to her colleague the entire time she scanned the items. I didn't mind. My purchase reminded her of a recent incident where a young boy thought the fruits were real and attempted to bite into one.
Her story didn't ring true to me. I figured that the boy probably knew very well that the fruit was not real but pretended to be fooled for comedic effect. Why would a young boy pick up any fruit in any store and just start eating it?
I didn't react to the story. I pretended to be lost in my thoughts. Her colleague didn't seem to have much of a reaction either. When I thanked her at the end of the sale I was surprised by the gravelly, deep sound of my voice. It didn't sound like me. I liked it.
Here's another picture of the fruits.
On my way back to the car I walked through the Flower Mall. I saw multicolored hydrangea. They were real flowers but I suspected that their color was achieved through artificial methods.