I'm not Afraid to Admit when I'm Wrong

I was buying a few things in one of Valencia’s ubiquitous green grocers that are almost the exclusive domain of Pakistani immigrants. As I placed my items on the scale, the shop owner asked me if I wanted to buy a watermelon. I said that I didn’t, thank you very much.

He countered my knee-jerk dismissal of his offer by asking a simple question.

“Why?”

You got me there, my man. I didn’t have a “because” for his “why,” at least not a good one, so I bought a beautiful watermelon. Not the most sophisticated sales pitch I’ve ever heard, but his earnestness made me laugh.

Moral to the story: It’s summer; buy a damn watermelon already!