I was just eating an orange there now when a little thing that happened to me yesterday came to mind. The tale has, as its main constituents, oranges and karma. The scene is Dublin city centre yesterday morning and afternoon; and the central cast is a mere four people.
So anyway, I was walking along minding my own business when I noticed an orange on the ground, at the feet but obviously not seen by the middle-aged man and a slightly older woman who were loading a crate of oranges into their fruit stall. So I picked it up and presented it to them. I was thanked for my deed, I said not a bother, and that was the end of our encounter. Scene ends.
Later in the day, errands run, and messages got, I was feeling a little peckish, but kind of a little thirsty as well. I was walking past a fruit shop and perhaps subconsciously propelled by my earlier experience, I decided I'd get an orange for myself. So I pick out a nice-looking one, go to the owner to pay, and take a few coins out of my pocket in preparation for the completion of the transaction. However, and here's where the story reaches its magical climax, he said I could take it away, no payment required, have it for FREE!
If Karma has a colour, it's orange.
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