152. I am the kind of man who has spent his entire live
trying to avoid getting food on my clothes.
153. I was the kind of child whose face was often cleaned
in public, by my mother using saliva and a handkerchief.
154. I lived that kind of a life where the event of ketchup
escaping from a hamburger, and falling on a clean shirt was considered a
disaster.
155. If ketchup falls on your shirt, there is nothing to do but
go back home immediately and change your clothes. Therefore, at 65 years of
age, there was never a moment when I had not been on edge, not to make a mess.
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