psychically determining if an avocado is good or not.
Seriously! Is it not the ultimate disappointment to find out the avocado that seemed so perfectly squishy yet firm is in fact all mushy and brown inside??? Does it not make your heart sing to open an avacado and find a perfectly green and easily cuttable interior? And on the same token does it not break your heart to think an avocado is ripe and ready and instead find the dead and hopeless remains of an avocado past its due date?
I rest my case.