(See also bad at food.)

I had long stops in Chicago going both ways. On the way back, I ate lunch at the tiny pizza shop in the Sears Tower. I put hot pepper and parmesan cheese on my pizza. The parmesan cheese shaker didn’t work very well. A man bought a cup of coffee, sat down next to me, and started trying to add parmesan cheese to his coffee. He had trouble getting much in, and I was about to commiserate when the woman on his other side said, “That’s not sugar, that’s cheese.”

He was surprised. I was surprised. I must have a deficient sense of strangeness, because it seemed perfectly natural that he wanted parmesan cheese in his coffee.

updated 28 June 2000