There is always a fruit stand guy in some country that I have a
small obsession with and I found mine in Morocco. He is a big overweight, wears a pink and
yellow towel wrapped around his head, worn jeans with a “New York Knick’s
emblem”, his jeans are rolled up past his striped socks, and he wears a grumpy
look on his face.
Usually, I notice he does not receive a lot of business and this
is due to his jacked up prices. He smiles
in your face, but likes to charge a bit more in comparison to his fellow fruit
vendors. I still give him business just
because I think he is cute and while he used to be grumpy, he warmed up to me
and gives me a nice smile and a symbol of thanks to his heart.
This man is always the first person I see in the mornings and
one of the last at night. He works hard carrying around his cart all day and I
appreciate that, especially when it’s a Moroccan haaaaaaaa.
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