While not as extreme, I too have a healthy dislike for the ghastly tomato. If I get them served as "granish", wifey has to clear them away, as a student working behind the bar, I couldn't make a Bloody Mary (I passed the order onto a colleague) and you can forget them in salads or sandwiches. However, it's getting better as I can easily use ketchup, cook with diced, tinned tomatoes and pizza's are simply not the same without them.
A waitress has a phobia about tomatoes and she runs at the sight of one. She said:
Oddly enough, she too is worried about tomato ketchup- as she loves the stuff. Time for a new career, perhaps?
A waitress has a phobia about tomatoes and she runs at the sight of one. She said:
"If there a tomato on my plate I will not go anywhere near it, I can’t even look at it. One time, a friend filled up my pockets with a few tomatoes for a joke and they got squashed– I cried my eyes out. Another time, my boss made me close my eyes. She told me she had a present for me and put a tomato in my hand. I just ran out of the restaurant. I couldn’t work for the rest of the day."
Oddly enough, she too is worried about tomato ketchup- as she loves the stuff. Time for a new career, perhaps?
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