Just a Small Town Girl Eating a Mango Wrong\\\
There’s a lot to be said about growing up in a (super) small town. But, not many people talk about how you kind of grow up to be a dipshit who has a lot to learn, especially when it comes to “being cultured.” Case in point, there was a girl from Los Angeles that I befriended while I was doing a semester abroad in Spain who asked me if I wanted a mango. It was a beautiful spring day, we were sitting with our feet hanging off of a dock, and I said I said, “sure,” even though I had never ever seen (or heard of, for that matter) a mango in my life. I bit into the mango like an apple, and the girl looked shocked. She said something to the effect of, “wow, that’s very native of you,” and I falsely took that as a compliment even though I knew that she thought I was a dipshit. Every time I cut up and eat a mango now, I cringe thinking of that moment. Seriously, though, mangoes are a pain in the ass to peel, and they aren’t THAT GOOD! That is, unless someone else peels it, cuts it up, and puts chili powder and lime on it for you. See, I learned the civilized way to eat a mango, girl from Los Angeles (whose name I will never remember, but whose face when I bit into that mango I will never forget).