A Hitchhiker's Guide to my City Year Bookbag

I just found, under the can of coke, a red delicious apple that appears neither red nor delicious. Nor does it, for that matter, appear much like an apple. I surmise it has appeared exactly unlike a red delicious apple for some time now; this inference being drawn on the evidence that it now looks and smells like a rotten plum. And it is almost common knowledge that there is quite a long transition period between appearing like a red delicious apple and appearing like a rotten plum. A taste test would, most likely, provide conclusive evidence that the sticker proclaiming the fruit, or vegetable (because now we really can't be sure), to be of the red delicious apple genus and species is currently exactly false and the fruit (or vegetable), along with the integrity of the sticker, expired quite a long time ago. However, because the conductor of the conclusive test, I, would, most likely, expire a short time after such a test is conducted, the certitude of the fruit (or vegetable) being exactly unlike a red delicious apple would again be thrown into question and left only to surmise. This creates quite an appalling Catch-22- whereby the only way to truly test the fruit's (or vegetable's) exact unlikeness of a red delicious apple would result in a need to truly test the fruit's (or vegetable's) exact unlikeness of a red delicious apple; and I would be dead. And, at least from my point of view, that is really the most appalling type of Catch-22 there is.