Because pushing down the lever and crushing oranges first thing in the morning makes me feel like Conan the Barbarian.
But when I pushed down the lever nothing happened.
I probably should have stopped at this point, but my bottle was half full and I was drunk with power.
But it was also, with alarming and increasing frequency, starting to fling oranges out of the top of the wobbling cage.
Even though the wobble was getting worse.
And turned around to see the most traumatised looking Chinese tourist EVER standing behind me, surrounded by oranges.
"I have become DEATH. Destroyer of oranges"
But I didn't. I just said:
"Sorry."
And slunk off to the self-service till.
Because I'm English.
Also use those fresh orange crushy machines in M&S now. Because fuck me they're satisfying