Four kids were across the street throwing avocados at the windows of a hairdressers and they saw me and my S.O. on the other side of the street. Me pushing my bicycle, her with a bunch of flowers on our way home from a curry in Chapel Market, Angel.
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There’s a quirky little story in there, somewhere. Any idea why th’ kids were chucking fruit at the hairdressers, flapcats?
And whatever happened to good old fashioned rocks, for stars sakes? 
I hope it didn’t hurt the flowers.
Spoiled elitist punks… avacados are almost a dollar a piece where I live!
It could’ve been worse… had they had limes, garlic, and salt, they would not have hesitated to make guacamole out of you.