I have two dogs and I was buying a large bag of Pal at Woolworths, and was in line at the checkout. A woman behind me asked if I had a dog.
On impulse, I told her that no, I was starting The Pal Diet again, although I probably shouldn't because I'd ended up in the hospital last time, but that I'd lost 25 kilos before I woke in an intensive care ward with tubes coming out of most of my orifices and IV's in both arms.
I told her that it was essentially a perfect diet, and that the way it works is to load your pants pockets with Pal nuggets, and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry, and that the food is nutritionally complete, so I was going to try it again.
I have to mention here that everyone in the line was by now enthralled with my story, particularly a guy who was behind her.
Horrified, she asked if I'd ended up in the hospital in that condition because I had been poisoned? I told her no.
It was because I had been sitting in the street licking my balls and a car hit me.
I thought one guy was going to have a heart attack as he was laughing so hard, then staggered out the door.
Stupid lady ... why else would I buy dog food?