An Aquired Taste
by Stephen Philip Druce
I took my
girlfriend for a meal to celebrate her birthday.
She read out
the menu at the reataurant table - "lime-leaf
crusted shrimp with mango salad and donkey
dentures".
"Donkey
dentures? - well that's my meal cancelled" I
said. "The disgusting image of a set of
donkey dentures in my mango salad has caused a
sudden loss to my appetite".
"Well I
want to eat - it's my birthday" she said.
"Well eat
then" I said.
"I don't
want to eat alone" she said.
"Well don't
eat then" I said.
"But I'm
hungry" she said.
"Well eat
then" I said.
"I don't
want to eat alone" she said.
"Well I've
lost my appetite" I said.
"Well I
want to eat - it's my birthday" she said.
"Well eat
then" I said.
"I don't
want to eat alone" she said.
"Well don't
eat then" I said.
"But I'm
hungry" she said.
"Well eat
then" I said.
"I don't
want to eat alone" she said.
"Well I've
lost my appetite" I said.
"Well I
want to eat - it's my birthday" she said.
"Well eat
then" I said.
"I don't
want to eat alone" she said.
"Well don't
eat then" I said.
"But I'm
hungry" she said.
As it was here
birthday I agreed to try to eat with her.
When the
starters arrived she told me she'd lost her
appetite.
"What's
wrong?" I said.
"There's
a set of donkey dentures in my salad" she
said.
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