When I was a lad, pickles were the bane of my existence. Go to Chik-fil-a? Adamantly request the absence of pickles on my sandwich. Go to a sit down restaurant and order a burger? Please, no pickle with my fix-ins, thanks! Pickles were the enemy. So naturally my mom and aunt thought it would be hilarious to trick me one day. I was running around the house like the young naive kid I was, and I was getting really tired and went for some water and my mom had a cup of what resembled water so I asked her for some. She laughed and gave it to me and I closed my eyes and took the biggest gulp before realizing that what I'd drank was in fact pickle juice. Long story short the juice ended up all over her shirt and the floor, along with my trust.