Announcer: I'm not sure what is going to be discussed today, I just know I am supposed to announce that the following discussion is a bit on the disgusting side and for those of you that are easily disgusted that perhaps you should come back tomorrow.

Beam_er: Thanks Announcer Guy. Uhm, Beamer, I just want to know something?

Beamer: What?

Beam_er: Remember growing up how you use to get whole lemons and then carefully wash them off?

Beamer: And then when I made sure you were watching I would take a big bite out of it like an apple?

Beam_er: Yep exactly. What the hell was the matter with you?

Beamer: I just loved to see the look on your face.

Beam_er: But your eating a lemon rind and all?

Beamer: And your point is?

Beam_er: What the hell is the matter with you?

Beamer: Oh, if you could just see the look on your face.

Beam_er: I get that, but your eating a frigging lemon.

Beamer: Yep. So?

Beam_er: God, Never mind.

Backstory:

Ok. I actually do have a brother, who is four years younger than me. He and I haven't talked in Years. I have a nephew who is probably 4 years old who I have never seen. I don't understand a lot of what my brother does or even come close to understanding why, This lemon eating thing is one of those things. He probably did this 7 or 8 times in the course of two years while we were growing up. I never did ask him why, because just the mere thought of him doing that was just too intense for me back then. At the time, I couldn't even handle lemonade. Lemons just grossed me out. Period. And I made the mistake of telling my brother this one time. So he found the perfect way to almost get me to gag and get my eyes to water and to screw my face up. He found great enjoyment in this.

Then just to make matters worse it did no good for me to tell my dysfunctional mother. She never got after him about this bizzare practice, but kept buying the damn lemons to have him do it again.

Also the posting before with the restaurant in Mexico incident: My brother was the one that got sick. True story. The only thing different was he didn't rest his cheek against the glass. He put his forearm on it and then rested his head against his arm.

It was way worse than I described in the post. I felt so sorry for the customers inside and the restaurant owner lost so much money that night. The place pretty much emptied out and it had been packed.

CAUTION: Finish all eating before reading.

Don't say I didn't warn you!






Beamer: You know what I was thinking about?

Beam_er: Knowing you, there is no telling.

Beamer: I was thinking of when we went down to Mexico with Mom and Dad.

Beam_er: Which time?

Beamer: When we went down to Ensenada. Remember?

Beam_er: I told you not to eat that burrito, didn't I?

Beamer: But she looked so nice and old and that Burrito tasted so good going down.

Beam_er: And coming back up?

Beamer: I think it was that luke warm coconut drink she sold me that tasted so bad coming back up.

Beam_er: Right in front of that plate glass window. You couldn't have leaned the opposite way?

Beamer: I didn't even feel it coming. I just knew I was having trouble standing and that glass felt so nice and cool against my cheek.

Beam_er: I wish I would have had a camera. It was classic. Late Friday night. A restaurant full of fancy dressed diners, suits and ties, dresses, jewelery and fancy shoes. I bet they smelled really nice as well. The waiters, all in tuxedos. And then there was my brother's cheek against that window.

Beamer: I would have apologized if I would have known Spanish.

Beam+_er: I think they saw enough of you. And what you had for dinner. Wow! That plate glass window was huge and that Burrito was huge as well wasn't it?

Beamer: I had been hungry. And it went so well with that coconut drink.

Beam_er: You ever drunk a coconut drink like that since?

Beamer: Nope and it took me years before I could handle a burrito again.