Ripped Apart

Back in my Borders days, there was, in our break room, a white board.  I'm not sure how it started, or who started it (although I suspect it was Mattseph), but we got to writing questions up on that board.  And, of course, answers.

Someone would write,

Which literary character do you most admire?

or

What is your favorite word?

or

What is the flight speed of an unladen swallow?

and then the rest of us would write our answers.  It was fun, and it was a fun way to learn more about one another (especially once you got good at recognizing handwriting).  One day, someone wrote

If you were a fruit, what would you be?  Why?

(Needless to say, "banana" went up more than once.)  (as it were.)

I thought long and hard about that question, and at last I answered:

Pomegranate.  It's a pain in the ass to get to the good stuff, but totally worth the effort.

what's not to love?