Salacious tomatoes
Odd weekend.
Started out well - went shopping on Friday evening and found some veggies which looked like they'd be fun in a stir-fry. Invited a few people around for dinner on Saturday, as I was house-bound that evening anyway (Matthew needed to borrow the car). Jeremy came, and Tim brought Tiffany along, which was very nice (I'd only met her for the first time a few days previously). Much red wine and excellent conversation followed, and I made a semi-Cantonese creation loosely based on chicken chow mein.
All well and good.
The next morning I popped over to Rory L's flat and chatted with him and Mandy, a friend of his who was visiting from Somerset West. Turned out she had also spent a year in Korea, so naturally we got on well. Rory made toasted cheese and tomato sandwiches for lunch.
Then disaster struck.
As I bit into the first sandwich, a bit of super-heated tomato juice squirted out and landed on my bottom lip. Searing pain. Agony. I quickly wiped it off with the back of my hand, but in the second or so that it had been on my lip, it burned me badly enough to strip off skin. And the juice was so hot that the back of my hand was also burned where I had wiped the juice off.
So, as you can imagine, I spent the next hour or so holding an ice block on the burn, trying to reverse some of the tissue damage. The skin was beyond repair, though, and there was a strip about 5 x 15mm which had been scorched off, leaving a raw and red patch.
And it was still that way this morning when I got to work.
Now, I personally wasn't too bothered, but as the day progressed and people started chatting about their weekends, I ended up describing this incident to a few different people in separate conversations. Everyone was surprised by the story, as they had all assumed that it was a mark left behind by an encounter with a particularly passionate lady.
I'm wondering if I should find that disturbing. I mean, I've worked here less than two months and people all seem to think along these lines: "Hmm, fresh injury to Michael's lip? Must surely be from the teeth of a lascivious wench!"
Is it just me, or is that a bit of a strange logical jump? What sort of unintentional signals are being given off here?
Started out well - went shopping on Friday evening and found some veggies which looked like they'd be fun in a stir-fry. Invited a few people around for dinner on Saturday, as I was house-bound that evening anyway (Matthew needed to borrow the car). Jeremy came, and Tim brought Tiffany along, which was very nice (I'd only met her for the first time a few days previously). Much red wine and excellent conversation followed, and I made a semi-Cantonese creation loosely based on chicken chow mein.
All well and good.
The next morning I popped over to Rory L's flat and chatted with him and Mandy, a friend of his who was visiting from Somerset West. Turned out she had also spent a year in Korea, so naturally we got on well. Rory made toasted cheese and tomato sandwiches for lunch.
Then disaster struck.
As I bit into the first sandwich, a bit of super-heated tomato juice squirted out and landed on my bottom lip. Searing pain. Agony. I quickly wiped it off with the back of my hand, but in the second or so that it had been on my lip, it burned me badly enough to strip off skin. And the juice was so hot that the back of my hand was also burned where I had wiped the juice off.
So, as you can imagine, I spent the next hour or so holding an ice block on the burn, trying to reverse some of the tissue damage. The skin was beyond repair, though, and there was a strip about 5 x 15mm which had been scorched off, leaving a raw and red patch.
And it was still that way this morning when I got to work.
Now, I personally wasn't too bothered, but as the day progressed and people started chatting about their weekends, I ended up describing this incident to a few different people in separate conversations. Everyone was surprised by the story, as they had all assumed that it was a mark left behind by an encounter with a particularly passionate lady.
I'm wondering if I should find that disturbing. I mean, I've worked here less than two months and people all seem to think along these lines: "Hmm, fresh injury to Michael's lip? Must surely be from the teeth of a lascivious wench!"
Is it just me, or is that a bit of a strange logical jump? What sort of unintentional signals are being given off here?
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