The other day, a friend and I were discussing the mortality associated with the ingestion of pesticides from unwashed cherries. As I spit a cherry pit out his car window, I casually asked, "Well, if I die, would you be sad?" He sheepishly blurted out a muffled, "Uh, yeah." That's the nicest thing anyone's said to me in a while. It's nice to feel loved. Almost made me want to wash those cherries before eating any more.