About a Can Opener

“Lady, do you have some spare change?” asked a man sitting on a bench with eyes glassed over from one or more intoxicants, which from one of the notes in the bouquet of odors included alcohol.

“I don’t have any change,” I replied, “but would you like a peach?  I just bought some.”

“No.  I have my own.”  After a pause, when I’d already passed him,  he called out, “do you have a can opener?”

I guess his peaches were canned and that he preferred them canned to fresh.



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