Incompatible
Pickles and chocolate
Clarissa looked across the table at Jeff, “So tell me a bizarre idiosyncrasy of yours.”
Jeff stroked his hairy chin as he looked up at the ceiling. He thought for a seemingly long time. Finally, he removed his hand from his chin and snapped his fingers, “I got it. I never refrigerate my pickles.”
“What?”
“I love a good dill pickle just like the next guy but I can’t stand it if it’s cold. So I never refrigerate my pickles. I have a big ole jar of pickles on my kitchen counter and whenever I’m in the mood for a pickle I just pop open the jar and snag a pickle. I prefer my pickles at room temperature.”
“That’s not too weird — I guess.”
“So tell me something weird about yourself.”
“Well, uh, don’t laugh but I keep all my chocolate in the refrigerator.”
“Cold chocolate. I can dig it. Sometimes I like to put a Snickers bar in the freezer. Man, that’s some good chewin’.”
“No, it’s not that I prefer the chocolate to be cold. I love chocolate but I can’t stand chocolate on my hands. If you open up a chocolate bar at room temperature and break off a piece with your hands you’ll get some melted chocolate on your fingers. I can’t stand that so I keep the chocolate cold so that you can break off…
