Green Apples
I forgot this one, quite recently a lovely lady who worked as a receptionist a the recruitment company i worked for offered me a lovely shiny Granny Smith.

I couldn't recall the last time I had eaten a green apple, as I've never been a huge fan - but was feeling pretty healthy so thanked her and went on my merry way. About twenty minutes after eating the said apple, it decided to make a reappearence - whilst I was on the phone to a big boss at one of the company's I was recruiting for.

The worst bit was having to clean the phone with a flash antibacterial wipe and picking the bits out of the cradle, whilst the boss bollocked me for being "unprofessional".

I happened to mention this embarassing incident to my mum, and she just laughed and said I'd always had that reaction as a child, so she stopped trying to feed me apples from about the age of 3. Why did she never think of mentioning this and saving me from utter humiliation?

Puking is ok when you're a kidlet, but when you're 24 and there is no alcohol involvment whatsoever, there's no excuse.
(madamebonsoir, Fri 2 Mar 2007, 15:53, Reply)