o.k, i'm going to share something with you to show you how shameless i really am.
i'm sitting at alexander's (local watering hole favoured by the archaeologists) last night, with d. and c.p., discussing the finer points of world issues and sipping on my baileys when a sudden craving grips me. being the obnoxious person that i am, i voice it.
i vant pickles, i vant them bad."
our server overhears. "would you like me to bring you some?"
me: "what?! no, no, it's o.k., i was just joking"
o.s.: "it's no problem at all. i'll bring you a little side plate"
me: "no, really, don't trouble yourself!"
o.s.: "i'll be right back with them"
me: cover my face with my hands and whimper softly, reflecting on my status as the resident weirdo.
of course, she brought them and they were yummy and i forgot all about my shame.
i wonder though...what if i asked for vegetarian spicy italian sausages next time? and some dijon mustard?