How 'bout them apples?

Yesterday, I was seated near Gate 32 at Logan, awaiting commencement of the boarding of my delayed flight to Pittsburgh. We are operating out of Gate 30, but the JetBlue Terminal C concourse is crowded and does not have enough seats for the passenger volume that flows through this area. There is a mechanical issue on the plane.

Across from me is the Cibo Express Gourmet Market, a company I have seen at JFK and a few other airports as well. They peddle fancier munchies and sandwiches (i.e. they wouldn’t be caught dead selling a Hershey’s bar – Ghirardelli seems to be their lowest caliber chocolate for sale, but most of their chocolate bars look European).

I watched a little girl go up to the apple basket and somehow cause one to drop onto the floor. Little girl’s father picked up the apple and put it back into the basket, causing two different apples to drop from the basket’s other side onto the floor. Father and little girl walk away, but good Samaritan working at the T-Shirt cart scoots over to remove the two new floor-dwelling apples, carefully replacing them in the apple basket, disrupting no more apples.



At the time, I was estimating about 30 apples in the basket, about 10% of which then had little girl and/or Logan Airport floor germs on them. Said infected apples are now probably fully digested in the stomachs of unsuspecting travelers in cities far from Boston.

Sometimes ignorance is bliss.