In my early days working as a fill-in doorman at the Rittenhouse Claridge in Philadelphia, I delivered a glass of fresh orange juice to an apartment, but the owner would not accept it. “Take it back. It’s not fresh,” he said.
“It should be,” I replied. “What makes you think it’s not fresh?”
“It doesn’t have bubbles. Fresh orange juice has bubbles.”
So I took it back to the kitchen and told the chef, “He says it’s not fresh. It has no bubbles.”
The chef took the glass, stuck in a straw, and blew through it. ” Phhtt! There, now it has bubbles.”
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