It’s not black inside, or wrinkly outside, or dry… just too soft. So you think it’ll be fine; it’ll be mashed on your sandwich anyhow.
But it’s not fine. It has a strong, weird, perfume-y taste. In its skin it didn’t smell. Yes there were some bruises you cut around, but no smell. It was a very soft (read: too soft), still-green avocado that you tried to save from entering the compost. Or worse, the trash.
You were trying to be good. Who wants to waste an avocado? Nobody. Exactly.
But now you are being punished – by yourself, mind you – by a strong unpleasant taste that’s ruining your otherwise lovely sandwich.
It’s as if one of those brightly coloured lilies that look so nice in a vase, but start to choke you with their smell a after of couple days, is in between your bread.
Does that ever happen to you? No? Me neither.