My Friend, the Juicer

This is my friend, the juicer.

He’s a busy man these days, and he doesn’t mind telling you why: his juice is the best. If it’s in season, they’ve got it. And if they’ve got it, it’s good.

And it really must be, because people can’t seem to get enough of it. The juicer is constantly handing out bag-after-bag, with crumpled bills getting passed around in a frenzy. It amazes me that everyone still gets their correct change despite the chaos.