Another month had passed without receiving a single money transfer. It had been three months in a row that she hadn’t received the monthly alimony from her ex-husband. She decided to get a job at a nearby citrus grove. She needed whatever source of income to support herself financially.
“Why do I keep having bad luck with men?”, she was brooding over her miserable life while waiting for the foreman to interview her. It was the third divorce for her, but the previous two divorces were no different from this one: first, the alimony stops coming in less than six months, then her ex-husband vanishes into thin air. “My exes were real lemons, all three of them!”, she was fuming inwardly.
She was lost in her thoughts and when she realized, the foreman was asking her, “Do you have any experience picking lemons?”
Unable to control herself, she heard herself say, “I have picked more than enough lemons. I have been divorced three times, you see?”
(This joke would be difficult to understand without the knowledge of another meaning of lemon, which is a bad product.)