• gigastasio@sh.itjust.works
    98·
    22 hours ago

    This reminds me of a friend of mine whose hatred of olives was legendary. Like he didn’t just dislike them. We’re talking about a seething, unrelenting loathing. This was a man who wished violence and suffering on olives.

    Now, his neighbor would traditionally gift his family homemade chocolates during the holidays. And one year (you already know where this is going don’t you?), his teenage children conspired with the neighbor to gift him with, yup, chocolate covered olives.

    He didn’t speak to his neighbor for six years after that.

    • bampop@lemmy.world
      1·
      6 hours ago

      When I was a little kid I went to my grandparents house where they were having some party with a buffet. I ate what I thought was a grape, but in fact it was something I’d never tasted before: an olive. It took me about 30 years to start liking olives, for a very long time they just tasted like rotten grapes.

    • toynbee@lemmy.world
      46·
      22 hours ago

      So you’re saying if I don’t want to talk to my neighbor anymore I just have to identify and gift them their least favorite foods?

    • lobut@lemmy.ca
      21·
      20 hours ago

      I have a friend that’s Hindu and he told me his “friends” put ground beef into the lamb mince as a “prank”. He didn’t easily forgive them either. I don’t think that’s on this level, but I feel as though you should be able to feel out your friends enough to pull a prank. If you can’t really tell, then you shouldn’t mess with them.

      That being said, six years is a REALLY long time 🤣

    • gigastasio@sh.itjust.works
      17·
      21 hours ago

      Imagine stepping into a shower and rubbing yourself down with a chocolate lobster.

      You probably won’t think it’s chocolate at first.