The
letter for today is: R, where I feature
rude and radish.
I
don't want to write about the word rude.
The reason for this is I'd rather not let rude
behavior influence my life. Yet unpleasant things must occur in writing if I'm
to show every human situation. Right. Pull your socks up, Francene. Get down
and dirty.
To
my mind, rude behavior would go this
way:
"Can
I get you a drink, sir?" the barmaid asks.
"What
else do you think I'm here for?" the scruffy workman says. "Not your
fat arse, that's for sure."
Enough.
You get the picture. Now: to link a radish
to the word rude. This is a toughy.
We'll
start with salad and then sneak up on the subject. Various crunchy, soft,
savory and sweet ingredients combine to make a delicious mixture.
But
here comes Mr. Hot—a radish. He's the
rude ingredient of the salad world.
Uncaring about the acid sweetness of Miss. Tomato, or the cool cucumber, Mr. Radish muscles them aside, even overpowering
a spring onion.
Radish
is so rude.
