I had someone bring a bucket of Celeste in to work the other day and ask me if I wanted some Brown Turkey figs.
It took every ounce of my being not to kick them in the ass repeatedly.
Instead, I asked, "Why do you believe this is a Brown Turkey?"
They responded, "Well, it's brown and it's a fig. That makes it a Brown Turkey, right?"
Like I said ... it took every ounce of my being not to kick them in the ass repeatedly. As a fig lover, this mentality of "every brown fig must be a brown turkey" makes me want to spout off expletives.
I thanked them, took a half dozen of the ripest figs, and sent them along with a ton of pictures and info about what BT looks like vs. Celeste.
Ugh. A day in the life of a fig nut.