When I was little I loved olives. I would to look forward to Thanksgiving just for the big bowl of black olives. Some people think they are a garnish, I thought they were a meal in themselves. My love affair with olives began a long, long time ago.
I grew up in a big family, so we didn't go out to eat very often. On our birthday we got to pick a restaurant and go out with just my parents. For my 7th birthday I picked my favorite Mexican restaurant in town, and I knew exactly what I was getting: taco salad. Why? Because it came in a tortilla shell and, most important, it had an olive on top. In fact, it usually came with TWO olives on top!
I was crushed. I didn't even want the stupid salad and its stupid shell. I just wanted my olives. Two whole olives that were going to be all mine. I would have taken one, maybe even just part of one. But there was nothing. I didn't want to make my parents feel bad. I was still eating out at a restaurant, which was a BIG deal for kid #7. So, after a small bit of complaining, I said,
"Oh well, I'll live!"
And then I started to laugh. And my mom laughed, too. Because "I'll live" sounded a lot like "olive". Which doesn't make any sense other than it was punny, and I knew it.