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Pickles

Choosing a default random topic can be fun. It’s just that sometimes you can't always think creatively on the spot when you need to change topics. The reason I picked pickles is because I like them, so it isn't too strange, right?
One time I was on a double date and the other guy’s date was super awkward. I mean gross awkward. (When he asked her what she liked to do, her response was, “Make-out.”) At first, I thought she was kidding, but then there was an awkward silence and I knew that this was no jest.
With my back-up already in mind, I blurted out, "I like pickles—a lot!" My date started laughing, as did his friend. Thankfully my strange comment was outlandish enough to drop the other topic as I went into explicit detail.
Despite this experience, I am ready to move on from pickles. If you have any recommendations for random topics, please feel free to comment. However, since pickles and I have a long history of randomness, I feel like a farewell is in order.
So, here is a tribute to pickles. I know you will enjoy it!
Crunchy, eye-twitching delight,
I have made a few eyes turn for you.
But, no longer are the days
Of easy reference,
You just won't cut it.
I need something fresh.
Of course I like you raw,
And un-vinegar soaked.
But that wouldn't really be you anymore.
So I must move-on.
Let me just say:
Sliced, diced, or whole,
The only thing that matters is
That you aren't bread and butter.
Yuck!

Dill is all. Thank you.

Comments

  1. DonovanOctober 10, 2011 at 5:58 PM

    Laura,

    Love the story my friend. I have heard at least one similar response given when someone asked them what they liked to do. Not the most socially acceptable response is it? No, I don't think so.
    I do hope, however, that you hold on to your pickles! Don't let them go like some common cucumber. No, no my friend. Keep those crunchy, salty, vinegar-soaked veggies right at hand in case you are forced to use them again to combat someone's "unique" pastime interest.

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  2. DebbieOctober 11, 2011 at 3:20 PM

    almost sounds like a DTR with pickles! I have to disagree, though. B&B are the best!

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