I’ll keep this one short, kids. Staring at me this morning from the Sunday grocery circular was a plastic bag that contained apples, pre-sliced for your convenience. $2.50 for about 10 ounces of appley goodness — this being the sale price.
Hey, maybe you can’t bring yourself to take a knife to an apple and would prefer the gory mess be handled by some factory worker with a stronger stomach for such things. I suppose it’s also possible you had mono in the 10th grade and never got caught up in Geometry, leaving you woefully inefficient in determining the best way to go about sectioning one up on your own. Who am I to judge?