Blood

Last night we met a man who nose a lot about vegetables. O pardon the pun but as he was speaking to us his nose began to spurt blood. We pretended not to notice. His wife took up the conversation seamlessly.

Soon he composed himself and continued with his pet subject which was tomatoes.

Remember those wrinkly ones that used to taste so good ? he asked.

Mmmm, I said, but really I did not.