Why key lime pie smells like failure...

I'd like to share a little story with you about why key lime pie smells like failure to me. 

See, I'm bad at confrontation.

No...that's not how to start it. 

See...I have trouble saying no to things.

No...that's not how to start it either. 

Let me just tell you what happened and you can be the judge. 

When I was ten my parents went out of town and left me with my Mother's best friend. 

My Mom's best friend is named Susan and she is really nice. 

She is the one in the pink on the right hand side of the page. 

Yes, it's a fuzzy picture but it's all I can find right now. 

So Susan is nice but she is also very giving. 

This manifests itself in two ways:

1) She enjoys giving people things. Children especially can't leave her house without little bags of candy or what not.

2) She is always willing to perform acts of service for people.

So, as I said, when I was ten I went to her house to spend the night. 

After dinner she cut me a slice of key lime pie. 

Now, if you follow the blog, you know I have issues with that beastly thing called fruit. 

So, of course, key lime pie is not going to be something I enjoy. 

But for some asinine reason instead of saying "No, thanks. I don't like key lime pie."

I said: "Oh, great! Key lime pie! Thanks so much."

Yes, Yes. I know I'm a big fat liar.

It was awful! Limes? Gross!

Key West is good. Key Lime Pie is bad!

Somehow I managed to eat it. 

I also spend the whole time I'm eating it telling her her how great it was. 

She was just being so nice! I wanted her to know I appreciated it. 

I'm a moron. 

So, of course, she cuts me ANOTHER slice of the pie and says "Well, since you liked it so much have another!"

Now the last thing I wanted to do was have another piece of key lime pie but I just couldn't tell her no. 

So I ate another piece. 

And yes...she cut me a third piece.

And yes...I ate it. 

And ever since then....

Key Lime Pie tastes like failure. 

And now every time a waitress gets my order wrong and Billy says "lets just send it back" and I say "Oh, no it's fine!" I smell Key Lime Pie wafting through the room. 

And every time I change the radio station because an interview gets the slightest bit 'uncomfortable' I smell key lime pie. 

My sons LOVE Susan. 

My oldest spent the night at her house a few months ago and he woke her up at 5 AM.

I asked him why in the world he woke up so early and he said "I just didn't want to waste any time there!"

So reader...what ridiculous thing are you bad at?