We were at the farm today picking tomatoes and the girls asked me how I know which tomatoes to pick. "Picking tomatoes is like picking men", I said, "I avoid those with big visible rotten spots". What could those be on men, they wondered. "Big rotten buggy spots like ripe track marks and fresh beer breath at 11am." I paint an ugly picture. There is more to choosing than looks, "unless he is eager to leap to my hand, I don't want him. On the other hand, I don't want any that falls to the ground just because I walk nearby."