Forgive me if I’ve told this story before.
Since Kat has described Big Macs in tantalising fashion, reminding me of my greatest weakness: McDonald’s French fries, I can’t help but think of one of the funniest conversations I’ve ever had. You see, I used to work night shift here at SCC, and my coworker (I’ll call him Rick) and I would have “man” conversations to pass the night hours. Let me tell you, two men can have some strange conversations at 3 am.
One night, we were talking about how, as I’ve gotten older, food had replaced extramarital sex as my greatest temptation. I often joked that I read Good Housekeeping just for the chocolate cake centerfolds.
My friend, who was older than me but had not yet made the transition from women to food as Great Temptation, was incredulous.
“You’re kidding me!”, he said.
“Nope”, I said.
You mean, if Shania Twain were standing before you naked, whispering “I want you, Slarti”, you wouldn’t be tempted in the least?
[silence for about 15 seconds]
What if she were holding a bowl of spaghetti?
Y’know – it’s been almost ten years, and I still haven’t answered him.