Orangellos?
At the local grocery store, gazing at a piece of fruit. The sign says “orangello $.29.” Orangello? I begin to question my upbringing…. were we the weird kind of family that said “please, have a seat on the davenport”? Or “Let’s take a ride in my automobile.”? Or maybe tangello was a pet name, like some families call spaghetti “pasghetti.’ I ask the cashier who responded “orangelllos” in a “you’re a moron, but I’ll try to hide my derision and take pity on your ignorance” kind of voice. ”No, they are tangellos” I insisted. The teenager, barely supressing a flagrant eye-roll , replies: “they aren’t tan.”