Reminds me of when we went out for a company lunch and the receptionist maxed out on how much she could mooch. Must have been 2 different types of drinks, an appitizer, main course, desert. Anyway, besides the point I guess but she ordered the Bananas Foster. When she wasn't looking, we encouranged the coworker sitting next to her to put what must have been a tablespoon worth of salt on one of the slices of banana and cover it with the whipped cream.
Anyway, long story short, she ate like half of it and 15 minutes later we thought she just had no taste buds until with an outburst, she got all red in the face, stood up from the table and throw one of the banana slices at me while we all laughed until our bellies hurt. Apparently I'm the kind of ass that would do something like put salt on her bananas.
I guess I am, but in that case, I was innocent.