A few of us grandkids walked home from Marina beach one evening with Grandpa.
We stopped by a fruit-seller’s cart. He sold bananas.
“How much are they?” Grandpa asked.
They haggled. The vendor pointed at the other end of his cart.
“For your price, you’ll get those.”
Grandpa glared for a while and said, “But those are so tiny.”
The wrinkled, elderly man in a torn, sleeveless vest held up his right hand, fingers splayed apart.
“Are all these fingers the same size, sir?” he asked.
It was a philosophy that cut through to my eight year-old mind… and has stayed with me since. I’ve used it several times over the years, in dozens of different contexts.
It always made perfect sense!