The first time I heard someone use the term “low hanging fruit” in a meeting I thought they were joking. So I laughed. Heartily. Then I realized that this is a socially acceptable thing adults say in front of other adults to make themselves feel fancy.
I don’t know about you, but “low hanging fruit” sounds like “low hanging testicles” to me. Ripe, wrinkly, pink, ball sacks dangling out of the bottom of a pair of gym shorts.
I made this in honor of my least favorite marketing term. I also strategically made the coconuts pink to better resemble balls. They could also be interpreted as boobies, you know, for the fellas.