This past weekend A* got a chance to meet a good friend of mine, Mr. Boxer. I play poker with him on a weekly basis and he cracks me the eff up.
We are in a booth at my favorite bar, Scooby's (where I first met A* last April) and the subject of condiments comes up. Out of nowhere Boxer tells us, "I am deathly afraid of ketchup".
"eh? You are afraid of ketchup?"
"Why the hell are you afraid of ketchup?"
"It is entirely too shiny"
We are on the floor laughing. We learn that he does not mind tomatoes but anything resembling ketchup is unacceptable.
"If I am eating dinner and someone has a ketchup bottle on the table I have to arrange the drinks, table centerpieces or whatever so it is blocked from my line of sight."
"Are you serious?"
"Quite. Ketchup, lightning and snakes."