When I was in high school
, a small sushi bar
—alas, I have forgotten its name—opened about two blocks from my school. Every now and then, I'd get a California Roll
or other such cheap maki
One day, as I was bringing my the remains of my cucumber roll back to school to finish eating, I ran into my friend and sushi neophyte Russell in the stairway. I stopped to chat, and he asked me,
"What's that green stuff?"
To which I wisely and generously responded,
"Wasabi. Want some?" as I handed him the whole green lump.
Yes, I know it was mean.
I tried to restrain my laughter as a little volcano formed in his nasal cavity, then began the obligatory apologies.
When I look back on the incident, I suppose I should feel some remorse. But no, I just laugh.