It's a common condiment enjoyed by many people to dress sandwiches, burgers, and more. Used to make meals less boring, and loved by so many. But for people like myself, it's something I will never be able to like.
It all began in third grade. Like many other kids my age, I had lice and the drugstore shampoo was not doing its job to get rid of the bugs. Gross, I know. So, my mother was casually reading articles online one day and saw an article for an at-home lice treatment. She clicked open the article, started reading, and her eyes darted over at me as I continuously scratched my head. "Stop scratching," she yelled; But it wasn't helping. She read the article about how mayonnaise can be used to treat lice. Both my mom and myself have absolutely despised mayo for as long as we can remember, always moving it away from us whenever it was close.
I came home from school one day, and walked into the kitchen to greet my parents like always. As I entered the kitchen, I saw a big jar of mayonnaise sitting on the counter. I was so confused because we never kept it in the house, even the sight or smell of it would make my mom and I sick. My mom explained the article she read and how the condiment can be used to suffocate the lice. I immediately started to weep just thinking about having that disgusting goop in my hair.
Later in the night, my mom told me it was time. I sat on a stool by the trashcan as my mom opened the jar that seemed to go on forever. She glopped the white cream onto my head and would massage it into my scalp. Just thinking about it makes my skin crawl. We were both on the verge of vomit for the entire time this ordeal was happening, which felt like eternity. I begged and pleaded for her to stop, but she insisted we had to use the entire jar to do its job.
Finally, the jar was empty and I was ecstatic. Looking forward to running upstairs to the shower, my mom put a shower cap on top of my head. "Why are you putting this on me?" I asked. My mother then informed me that I had to sleep with this disgusting gunk in my hair all night. Yes, ALL NIGHT.
As I tossed and turned all night, I anxiously awaited my parents coming into my room to wake me up for a shower. After getting the mayo out of my hair, I knew I would never be able to taste that condiment ever again.
Although I never enjoyed the taste, I find myself hating the mere sight of it. I can smell it from a mile away, always having to double check a sandwich before buying it. I've always hated mayonnaise, and I always will.
