The subject header is fron a story, but the experience is from life:
I was talking to a friend while I was reheating last night's leftovers for lunch, and I said, idly, in passing, "I think this needs fish sauce. Hang on a sec."
And my friend, flabbergasted, said "you have fish sauce in your cabinet?"
Me: "The fridge, actually. You don't?"
Note to self: to some otherwise lovely people, fish sauce is weird/exotic/icky. They're still nice people you can associate with, really.
- Every now and again the world reminds us we aren't the end all and be all of experience...