Too much culture.
I was at a house and there was a little girl there who had been stung by a bee. She was insisting that the best remedy for it was to put yogurt on it and then to rub it with a pencil eraser.
Not being one to question the medical wisdom of little girls, I went to the kitchen to seek out the yogurt and found a few single-serving containers in the fridge. I tried to pick one I thought wouldn't have much fruit or other stuff in it, Vanilla, but when I opened it it contained whole cherries. I started to eat the cherries, deciding that they wouldn't be able to be spread on the bee sting anyway, but the more I searched, the more cherries the tiny cup contained.
By the time I'd eaten all the cherries, there was less than a tablespoon of yogurt in the cup and as I stood looking into it, Barack Obama came in. I didn't think it was the white house, but it was definitely his kitchen, and when he saw me standing, spoon in hand, with a nearly empty cup of his yogurt, he was clearly unhappy.
Not being one to question the medical wisdom of little girls, I went to the kitchen to seek out the yogurt and found a few single-serving containers in the fridge. I tried to pick one I thought wouldn't have much fruit or other stuff in it, Vanilla, but when I opened it it contained whole cherries. I started to eat the cherries, deciding that they wouldn't be able to be spread on the bee sting anyway, but the more I searched, the more cherries the tiny cup contained.
By the time I'd eaten all the cherries, there was less than a tablespoon of yogurt in the cup and as I stood looking into it, Barack Obama came in. I didn't think it was the white house, but it was definitely his kitchen, and when he saw me standing, spoon in hand, with a nearly empty cup of his yogurt, he was clearly unhappy.