I was standing on the top floor of the office, eating the delicious contents of a jar of ‘pink apple jelly’ with a spoon. I only stopped to admire the old-fashioned lettering on the label – ‘Ariadne – the State Apple of Virginia’.
Nearby a telephone rang – I was late back from lunch and the new boss wanted to know why I wasn’t attending the ‘getting to know you’ party. Leaning over the balcony I could see the party spread out below. Rather than take the stairs, I used the drapes to abseil down five floors. Landing by the buffet I saw there was only one choice of hot apple – Granny Smiths. Immediately I realised that I was far superior to my new boss, who had such an unsophisticated taste in apples.