I had to stop at this fruit stand because the presentation was so inviting. I didn’t have a taste for fruit, but I was attracted to the colorful display and wanted to take pictures of it. I also wanted to commend the woman who set it up. Maybe I’ll buy two bananas and tip her if she allows me to take a couple of pictures.
Around the corner comes the owner, a tall, lean Rasta with hip-length locs.
“Good morning, Empress. You see something you like?”
“Yes, everything!”
**Empress…sign. First time addressed as “Empress” this visit. What a smile he pulled from me.**
“Your stand is so nicely arranged. Everything looks delicious and sweet.”
“Everything is fresh.”
“How much is the pineapple?”
“This one is a sweet fruit.” He picked up the pineapple, examined it then again confirmed it’s taste to be nothing but sweet. I didn’t need more pineapple but I couldn’t say no.
“I’ll take it.”
“You want it cut up?”
“Yes, please. Thank You.”
“If it is alright with you, Sir, could I take pictures of this impressive display?”
He paused then said “I am part of the display. You can take my photo as well. No Problem.”
As for the rat situation, I would've done the exact same thing the bartender did. lol My first apartment, after living there for 3 years I seen a rat and moved out the same night. I moved in with my mom temporarily . 
I packed during the daytime because I was afraid to be there in the evenings.
Originally Posted by *vi*
