I love juice. All kinds of juice.
We bought one of those expensive juicers, so every morning I stick in a banana, half an apple, some grapes and a pear. Then I push the button and bingo: a banana, half an apple, some grapes and a pear. No juice; more like a still-life painting (with a whirring sound in the background). Any clue what I did wrong?
By the way, don’t confuse me with the 85-year-old guy on TV who hawks his own juice maker. He says that because he drinks juice every day, he has just fathered triplets.