Today I bought a scrumptious Gala apple from the farmer's market. I could hardly wait to take a bite.
But just as I about to finally sink my teeth into its juicy goodness, I saw an ominous bump on its surface.
"There's a worm in your apple," a co-worker told me.
So I took a sharp knife, cut the worm out and ended up with a heart.
There's got to be a metaphor hiding in there somewhere, don't you think?