I forgot about this one exchange I had with a homeless man yesterday.
My supervisor for the promotion that I’m doing was micromanaging me so to spite her I gave samples exclusively to the homeless for a good half hour. I approached this one homeless guy and offered him a chocolate, he took it.
Two seconds later he’s tapping me on the shoulder.
Hobo: What’s in this?
Gingerbread: It’sa hazelnut truffle
Hobo: I can’t eat this, I’m allergic to nuts
Gingerbread: (at a loss for words)
It’s just funny, it never occured to me that he might have food allergies.
On the topic of nuts, I hate peanuts. I know that they are legumes, but I hate them nonetheless. I was pretty hungover on Thursday morning, so much so that I didn’t go to class because I didn’t want to risk throwing up along the way. I was sitting in the living room watching the View and Pancake decides that today is the day she’s going to make peanut butter cookies.
When I say I hate peanut butter, I actually mean I abhor peanuts and peanut products; always have for some reason. When I was a kid, I would refuse to ride in a car with someone who had just eaten peanut butter. To me, the smell of peanut butter is akin to the smell of vomit. I had to clean a peanut butter coated bowl the other day and I nearly threw up about four times.
Needless to say, the overpowering smell of peanut butter cookies combined with my hungover state resulted in me having to run to the bathroom, except that I forgot that the upstairs bathroom was still out of order. Seriously, how long does it take to fix things around here? I made it down to the downstairs bathroom with seconds to spare…and proceeded to miss the toilet entirely and puke all over the floor.