I was having one of my many business networking lunches a couple of days ago. After my wallowing in self-pity via the Philly Cheese Steak sandwich on Wednesday in Denver International Airport, I was back on the straight and narrow. So for lunch I order a quinoa salad.
This particular version was very light on the salad dressing. Therefore, the individual grains of quinoa were quite separate. As we continued our conversation, I noticed that I was spraying my lunch companion on a rather regular basis. In fact it was a bit embarrassing...as if I had this quinoa sawed off shot gun.
Lunch partner and I did a bit of experimentation and discovered that the explosive sounds 'B' and 'P' were particularly bad in terms of facilitating the quinoa grapeshot. As a result I made the most determined effort to continue our conversation without using words with B's or P's...at least until I had finished my salad.