I was laughing today, recalling a time as a teenager when I was a construction worker. I was so freakin' hungry I was close to fainting, and I had to finish the job I was on.
I spied a half-eaten, rotting apple laying on the road up against the sidewalk among all the other sorted debris that collects there. It was sort of shrunken where the old bite marks were, indicating that it had been there a while. . . food never tasted so good!