One day on the New York subway my husband was eating a Squeeze Pop . Yes, I know he’s like a four-year-old. For those of you who don’t know, a Squeeze Pop is like a giant tube of Blistex filled with flavored corn syrup. The very concept is disgusting to me. My husband was enjoying his goo and mocking me for the icky faces I was making.
Finally, half way home to the Bronx he managed to goad me into trying just a little taste. I squeezed a tiny bit onto the tip and licked it. I smacked my lips a few times, and my husband asked what I thought.
I answered, “I like the taste, just not the texture. I mean, I like to lick it, just not put it in my mouth.”
I looked up, and every person on the subway car was staring at me with horrified looks. Except a few skeezy guys. They looked excited. Oops.