Methinks so:
I was walking through the suburbs the other day. There were a few street stalls around. Because I was hungry, I bought myself a cheese sandwich. At the stall next to me, I noticed someone buying a slice of pizza. With pineapple.
All the benches in the area were occupied, except for one that was empty. I headed for that bench and, just before I got there, the person with the pineapple pizza beat me to it and sat down. Desperate for a rest because my feet were hurting, I sat down at the far other end of the bench—as far away as possible—and proceeded to eat my sandwich. I was careful not to look in direction of the other end of the bench lest I spoil my appetite. But it's a bit like probing a sore tooth. Every now and then, I found myself glancing at the other person in morbid fascination—I just couldn't help myself.
Eventually, the person finished their slice of pizza. I quietly breathed a sigh of relief and found myself relaxing again. About a minute or two later, I heard a choking noise from the other end. When I looked, the person was grabbing their chest and then suddenly slumped over on their side, motionless. I whipped out my mobile phone and called an ambulance, which fortunately arrived almost immediately.
Two paramedics took charge and attempted resuscitation for quite some time. Unfortunately, they were unsuccessful and, eventually, gave up and loaded the person onto a stretcher and into their ambulance. Just as they had finished loading the stretcher and were about to close the door, I heard one paramedic say to the other "See, I told ya. Pineapple on pizza is bad for people."
Just sayin'…
