One of our older friends
We decided to go on a driving holiday to Spain, 2500 mile round trip, ending up in a tiny village in the Pyrenees. Having a kitty for the food we decided to go to the nearest, somewhat small, supermarket to load up a weeks groceries and beer.

"I'll cook tonight" I said to our long time friends. "I think I'll do some garlic mushroom pasta, look they've got fresh parmesan over there"

What followed left me and Mrs YC speechless.

"I can't eat vegetarian food it upsets my stomach" he said as he ran down the supermarket aisle, waving his arms and pointing back to us, repeating to his wife what I'd just said.

His wife came running back up to me...

"He can't eat vegetarian food it upsets his stomach"

"ok, I'll stick some meat in it"

"thanks" she said

I wandered over to the deli and picked up a packet of plastic ham wondering how the fuck that would save his intestines from torment.

I should mention that the chap is in his fifties. He did appear to be about five at the time.

So I made the meal cut up the ham and chucked it in at the end and served it up.

The next night I made some spicy meatball pasta which they both thought was wonderful. It was a bit spicy and come three in the morning we could hear him through the bedroom wall telling his wife to get a damp face cloth cos his stomach was hurting.

I think I should have left out the meatballs.

I was trying to fit in the phrase "he was a complete twat" but wasn't quite sure where to put it.

Thank god they went home early, but I can save that one for another qotw or two.
(Yellow Car is now red, Wed 7 Mar 2007, 19:44, Reply)