Some people just have no taste. Or rather, simply have palates akin to the stupid neighbourhood dog that likes sniffing crotches. Went to the fish shop this weekend. They had a bag of salmon heads lying on the counter, three of them. My senile father insisted on picking them up - I don't really care, normally, but his problem is that he insists on making you eat them as well, even though I clearly, clearly tell him everytime that I'd rather eat dog food. So, we went through the same routine - I said just to make things clear now, I won't be touching those. You know how kids throw tantrums until they get what they want? Well, middle-aged men do too. And you can't slap middle-aged men (in public at least), especially your father, because that's just........anyways.
How bad must the fish be that the store doesn't even charge money for them? I mean, this was going straight to the dump - I guess they'd feel too guilty about asking you to pay for, literally, garbage. We got home, and of course, of course, two of the three heads were beginning to rot, with the third following closely behind. Mush. Since we were sticking to the script, my father insisted that I eat this shit along with him.
I told him where he could stick his fish heads, and we haven't talked since.DF