I was at my friend’s apartment and she offered me something white and creamy-looking in a blue bowl, so, to be polite, I stuck my finger in it and took a big lick. Then I had to spit a lot because it wasn’t some kind of soft cheese; it was lotion. If you’ve never tasted lotion, let me assure you, you don’t want to.
She looked at me like I was crazy, and, it’s true there was no spoon or crackers or anything, so that should have been a hint, but still, the way she flourished it out with her hands all fancy Tibetan hostess-style, I thought she was wanting me to try some delicious cheese.
That was a bit embarrassing, but at least it wasn’t scented. I hate perfume-y lotion.