I went to Pike Place Market the other day and was charmed to see all of the fresh fruits displayed. I saw cherries. I made a pit stop to admire them. Cherries have pits, and I stopped to see them.
My actual story about cherries is the time I ate so many of them on a drive with my family around a winding mountain road in New Zealand. I blew chunks like crazy in the car. It was disgusting. Cherry chunkaroo in Christchurch.
-j
