More on the peanut butter issue. Reader P.B. remarks: “I’m glad to hear that someone else out there hates peanut butter too. Everytime I tell someone that I hate peanut butter they look at me like I was dancing in the streets after 9/11. That’s all.” A colleague describes his own distaste for the stuff as “a great black mark on my life.” My roommate loves the brownish goo, though, and will wash it down with copious glasses of stomach-churning milk.
At any rate, none peanut butter eaters of the world, unite! You are not alone, and you have nothing to lose but your chains.
I remember the first time I spent a significant period of time outside the USA. It was the summer of 1997 in Telc in the Czech Republic. An entire town without peanut butter. I was in heaven. The town square is nice, too. The world being flat and all, though, it may be available over there by now. At any rate, back to serious issues later.
