Samsara

Today I was tragically denied my entitlement to hummous in my morning tutorial. Even worse, it was my damn hummous! I had brought it in, along with a stack of lebanese bread for people to dip. But disaster struck (for me at least) when the first person to get stuck in turned out to be a double-dipper! Ewwww!!!

He folded up a whole piece of bread and repeatedly dipped it back into the hummous where the juice from his filthy mouth-parts was free to disperse throughout my food. So really he wasn't just a double-dipper, he was a sextuple- or heptuple-dipper at least. I really should have said something, but of course by the time it has happened it is already too late, and I didn't want to cause a fuss because I am quite British.

The interesting thing about all this (apart from the fact that I finally got to use the term "mouth-parts") is that I realized that I have a complete double-standard when it comes to chopsticks. When eating with chopsticks I have no problem with people serving themselves straight from the shared plate with the same chopsticks they are eating with. I do recognize that this does gross out some other people though, so when we're in a group dining situation I try to remember to either reverse my chopsticks for serving or else use the stupid spoon. But sometimes I forget.

So what happened to me today was just karma I guess. Some people get reborn as bugs - I end up in a tute group with a double-dipper.