I've been pretty proud in my life that I never cried when I cut onions. Oh yes..I have been quite proud. Whenever anyone was cutting onions and begin to sniffle and tear up, I would "politely" volunteer to help cut them. "Onions don't make me cry. Here, I can help," I would say..And people were often impressed by my talent.
Well-I've had a good run. My dad just got done cutting up an onion and even cooked it with some hamburger (We were making tater tot hotdish). I went over to help with the next step and sure enough, I started to sniffle. From the onions. I can no longer go on pretending. I guess my contacts had more to do with my not crying than my superior genes. Who knew.
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