I have an issue with mangoes.
Mangos are delicious*. They are. Its a fact of life, right up there with "people have a natural urge to lie when approached by a man with a clipboard"
So when I get an urge for some fruit, and just so happen to be in some sort of shop that sells fruit, I see the mangoes and think, "oh hell yeah! Mangoes. " and grab one. And as I leave the shop with it I look at the fruit I've just purchased and every inch of it is telling me, "I am a goddamned delicious piece of fruit. When you bite into me its going to be like tasting fucking Nirvana."
and I sink my teeth into it, and for a brief instant all is as it should be. But the moment passes, the feeling subsides, I take a second bite and the magic is gone and I die a little inside**.
*Or they're supposed to be, at least.
**This, until recently, is what it was like to be a Red Sox fan