I've never been a picky eater, which means I'll always try something at least once and more times than not, I'll learn to love it. I am, however, appalled at how picky adults can be when it comes to food, especially in public places.
While standing in line at a local sandwhich shop in the city:
Woman Behind Me: (to young man at the bread station) I'll have a "skinny" tuna on whole wheat. Actually, exactly how big are the chunks of celery in the tuna?
Bread Guy: Um, pretty average, I guess. It's sliced?
Woman: Well, would you say it's a big chunk? Or a sliver?
Bread Guy: It's a sliver, I would say.
Woman: Can I see it?
Bread Guy: (shows Woman a scoop of tuna)
Woman: That might be too big. I'd say that's a chunk.
Bread Guy: So, do you want the tuna or not?
Woman: Could I try it?
Bread Guy: (looking around, anticipating the "Surprise! You're on Candid Camera!) I guess so. (hands Woman plastic spoonful of tuna)
Woman: I was right. These are chunks of celery. That celery is just too big. Thanks anyway. I'll have a diet coke.