I Don’t Like It

An ongoing joke among friends is that I wrinkle my nose and shake my head and say, “I don’t like it,” about a large number of food items. This occasionally extends to things other than food, and it has become a joke when others imitate me. I’ve been doing this for years, but for some reason in the last few months it has become funny to others. It’s kind of funny to see others do it and I’m guessing it’s humorous when I do it too. The difference, of course, is that I’m not trying to be funny. I just don’t like whatever it is.

 

I like lots of different things. I’ll eat almost any kind of fruit or vegetable. I’ll eat most kinds of bread. I am pretty picky about meat products and I don’t want to eat anything I don’t know was prepared cleanly. I don’t make an issue of it. I just pick things out or put them aside, or leave them. I don’t complain. I generally carry a breakfast/protein bar in my purse so if I’m at a lunch or something where there’s nothing I want to eat I can just eat that afterwards. I will do without but I won’t eat something I just don’t like.

 

In the hospital I’ve been on a liquid diet but yesterday they started bringing me soup and pudding and such. This morning they bring my breakfast tray and it’s:

malt o meal  – I don’t like it

lime jello – I don’t like it

milk – I don’t like it

coffee – I don’t like it

grape juice – Yay! it was good!

 

I’m guessing Sharon, Mia, Greg and Mark would have enjoyed it. Pity only I got to experience the humor of the moment. And, for the record, I did not wrinkle my nose and say, “I don’t like it,” outloud.