Last week, whilst out Christmas shopping with my wife, we had a break from the shops and sat down to eat lunch in a newly opened Portuguese restaurant in my home city.
As we waited for out food to be served, the waiter brought over a complimentary bowl of olives.
I do not like olives!
I tried one, though!
The moment the olive entered my mouth, I knew I had made a mistake and that it was going to be impossible for me to swallow it.
As I fussed around me for the corner of a napkin in which I intended to eject the olive from my mouth, two things happened in close succession.
First, my wife ordered me to swallow it, no doubt to save me from the indignity of removing the olive from my mouth, and no doubt so save herself from the indignity of watching me do so!
Second, the taste which I so dislike, took hold in my mouth, and made the experience all the more wretched.
The olive was propelled with speed into my napkin, rolled up and placed in my pocket for later disposal.
In these brief moments I had experienced:-
Generosity – the complimentary gift of olives from the waiter;
Temptation – I don’t like olives but I will try one anyway;
Repulsion – I don’t like olives!;
Judgement – my wife telling me to swallow the olive;
Independence – making it clear that despite her request, this olive was not going further than my mouth;
Restraint – discreet ejection of olive into napkin
Relief – water washing away all remaining lingering taste of the salty olive;
Joy – having lunch with my wife in a new restaurant in my home city;
Culture – a taste of Portugal in my own back yard.
No matter, how long the moment, life is calling out to be noticed.
I make every effort to notice mine – don’t let yours pass you by
My next blog will be :- Vomiting