I'm sure you know the story of the Princess and the Pea.
The plot is something along the lines of the Princess proving she was one (a Princess) or qualified to be one, by showing exquisite sensitivity to a single pea in her bed. Twenty mattresses AND twenty feather-beds, piled one on another and she could STILL feel the pea, through all forty layers of bedding. One tiny pea. There's breeding for you.
Well last night I was snacking on pistachio nuts. In bed. I fell asleep and when I got up found I’d dropped a pistachio and been sleeping on it all night long. NO mattresses or feather beds between me and the pistachio, but I never noticed a thing. So I am at completely the opposite end of the sensitivity spectrum from the Princess. Not royal material at all.
The Commoner and the Pistachio
I'm sure you know the story of the Princess and the Pea.
The plot is something along the lines of the Princess proving she was one (a Princess) or qualified to be one, by showing exquisite sensitivity to a single pea in her bed. Twenty mattresses AND twenty feather-beds, piled one on another and she could STILL feel the pea, through all forty layers of bedding. One tiny pea. There's breeding for you.
Well last night I was snacking on pistachio nuts. In bed. I fell asleep and when I got up found I’d dropped a pistachio and been sleeping on it all night long. NO mattresses or feather beds between me and the pistachio, but I never noticed a thing. So I am at completely the opposite end of the sensitivity spectrum from the Princess. Not royal material at all.
Maybe I’ll try with a tennis ball.