Kicked in the throat

After service today, a couple of us went to Malaysia for lunch. When water arrived, I took a sip from my glass. As my nose hovered above the rim of the glass, I detected a rank odour that I was unable to identify, and I sipped the water. Then I sniffed it again, and was instantly repulsed by it.

"The ice smells funny," I said to Steve. He sniffed his glass and said all seemed fine. Then I made the comment to the others, and they did the same as Steve did. Nothing was wrong with theirs. Joyce smelled mine and had the same reaction I had. We agreed on what it smelled like, and we passed it down the table for others to sniff. Bobby detected nothing peculiar. Will dared not examine it himself, and said that Becca had an acute sense of smell. She sniffed it a few times with a sour face. She, too, agreed on what it smelled like.

It smelled like a stinking foot.

And I sipped it.

I ordered hot water right after, and told the waitress that we had an extra glass of water, which she took away. I was feeling nice, and didn't feel like telling her that it was rude to put one's foot on the dining table.

Moments later, Will visited the lavatory. He came out minutes later and complimented the lovely aroma in the men's washroom. Like oranges, he said. Great. The washroom smelled better than my drink.

Food arrived, and we had a good feast. Very delicious. I had a nasty feeling at first from the toxic beverage, but the food fought it off soon after we started eating. Near the end of the meal, we started talking about the Chinese old wife's tale concerning leftovers in one's bowl or dish. "Your wife's face is gonna be blemished! Your future husband's gonna be attacked by cats because of your eating habits!" followed later by "your wife is gonna be saucy if you don't finish that curry! Your wife is gonna be a hot chick (pointing at curry chicken)!" and so on. Great. My future wife is gonna smell like foot.

After that we had uncountable bouts of Scrabble. Didn't win a single game. Now I'm here.