After work we went out to eat at Liberty Diner and found out Marv is known there as “The Pickle Guy” due to his aversion (I prefer the term “phobia” instead of aversion).
It used to be if we went through a drive-thru and they put pickles on his sandwich in error, he would fling them out the window, but there was that one time they were coated in ketchup and ended up on the back window and he had to smell them the entire trip. He also admitted to flinging them on the wall on the past during them into “wall walkers” where they would tumble down a little at a time, but nowadays, he just sends the item/plate back, because if there is a pickle on the plate, the pickle juice might have contaminated
He also admitted to flinging them on the wall on the past during them into “wall walkers” where they would tumble down a little at a time, but nowadays he has matured (cough, cough) a bit and, he sends the item/plate back, because if there is a pickle on the plate, the pickle juice might have contaminated the other foods.
He is very upfront about his dislike of pickles and onions and usually says that as soon as the person taking his order asks. If something is served with a raw onion after ordering, like on a salad, he will pick it off and put it to the side, but if it is a pickle of any ty0pe he usually emits a high pitched noise then says “Pickle!”, “Pickle”, “Pickle”!” and that is the Bat Signal to get it off his plate and get the plate replaced pronto. A horrifying experience for him, but somewhat amusing to bystanders to see.
On this occasion although he was ordering Mushroom Meatloaf, he asked if it was served with pickles or onions and the waitress advised no, but another waitress that waits on him all the time and chats him up all of us know he is known as the “Pickle Guy” and they know to be sure not to include it on his plate. That is one advantage to going to a small, family owned business where you become a regular; they get to know your likes and dislikes.