I never expected the E Coli virus to create war at home.
“Get vegetables while returning home,” ordered my wife on phone and I promptly obeyed like all meek husbands.
The moment my wife saw cucumbers among the vegetables, she yelled: “Why did you buy these? Don’t you read newspapers about cucumbers and E Coli?”
“The UAE is safe. Don’t worry,” I consoled her, but it was late.
She had dumped the entire one kilo pocket into the dustbin.
Her eyes then fell on beans.
“Don’t look at them. They are harmless,” I tried to hide them.
“OMG. Beans and lettuce. We are in for trouble,” she continued.
“But we are veggies. Are we going without dinner?” I asked and suggested: “OK. Forget home food. Let’s go have pizza.”
“Heyyy,” shouted my daughter in joy, but stopped in a second: “Let’s not touch the cucumber or salad there. Who wants to dine out just to get killed by a cucumber?”