Personal Diary, September 2, 2010, Wasilla, Alaska:
I bought a fig at the grocery store today. Turns out they’re about the size of a Hershey’s Kiss. The checkout person just looked at me. “One fig? You want to buy one fig?”
“Yes, just one. I want to see what they taste like.”
She put the fig in the bag without weighing it. “I’m pretty sure I can give you one fig without charging you for it,” she said.