英文短篇故事（紐約）107 Feel the Bananas

They were in the produce section. The small cucumbers were in a Styrofoam tray. The tray and the cucumbers were wrapped tightly in thin, clear plastic. She pushed on each cucumber through the plastic. She tested five different trays. "This one's the best," she said. She tested all the produce with her fingers. She tested the bananas. "You don't need your fingers for the bananas," he said. "All you need are your eyes." She asked, "Well, is this banana okay?" He looked at it. "Of course it is," he said. It was a yellow banana. Yellow meant it was okay. She pointed to a section of the banana. She said, "Feel here." He felt there. "It's soft. It's a little overripe," he said. "But even so, it won't kill you." She said, "Of course it won't. But do you want the freshest food, or just food that won't kill you?"