MYSTERY STORY TIME
So there was a single, solitary kiwi on our counter in the kitchen.
And I decided to make fun of my roommate for it, because who buys one, single, solitary kiwi? So I asked her that.
Roommate: I didnât buy a kiwi.
Me: This isnât your kiwi?
Roommate: No?
Me: But this isnât my kiwi.
Roommate: That kiwi was there when I got home.
Me: I donât even eat kiwi!
As you can see, itâs a real kiwi. Here it is, on my counter, giving away nothing.
But I was still confused as to where it came from. Did one of us accidentally buy a kiwi at the store?Â
So I looked up the Kiwiny company to figure out which stores itâs sold at, to see which one of us might have bought it, since we tend to use different grocery stores.
Kiwiny doesnât have American retailers.
There is literally no reason for this kiwi to be in my kitchen.
It came all the way from Italy and this is how you welcome it






















