The Color Orange

Rotting oranges in your fruit bowl. I want to say the white and brown adds a little color, but how can you say that white and brown add color when the fruit is orange already? You must be insane.

What a strange color: the color orange. It’s so exclusive and bright. It feels like a VIP member of some high-roller club, but it’s the member that dresses 60’s and brings a good attitude with them.

And all the other guests grin and turn to each other—they’re dressed in black suits and tuxedos and hot-shot cars and girls and they say: “Oh, here comes Orange!” and they secretly smile to themselves but frown then there are people watching.

So Orange strides in—wide, bouncing steps and a glowing smile and the first person it greets is the nondescript, common person in a suit carrying a tray of drinks and tasty bites.

Orange says “Good evening, sir!” in a bright voice. “Let me help you with that!”

And the waiter only smiles politely, looks just over Orange’s shoulder and says “Thank you, but I’m fine. Good evening, Mr. Orange.”

And as Orange walks, it smiles and grins at people who turn and give a secret smile and sometimes a secret hand shake before they turn back to their esteemed conversation and speak again in quiet, polite voices about the latest scandal or natural disaster.