Recently, I was at a restaurant with a colleague when I noticed oysters were on the menu. “Do you eat oysters?” I inquired, politely.
“No,” she responded, somewhat stiffly. “Frankly, they kind of disgust me.”
“Why?” I asked, innocently.
“Because they are gray and blobby and wiggly and squishy,” she explained.
I considered her apparent revulsion to oysters, and my duties as a fellow diner — and then I decided. “Well, do you mind if I order some?”
“No,” she said with a slight shudder.
“Don’t mind if I do,” I said, and placed my order. And with some fresh lemon juice and cocktail sauce — boy, those oysters were succulent!
Never let trivial social niceties stand in the way of good oysters, I say!