I just ate a pickle. :eek: 
So, you found yourself in a pickle?
Isn’t it possible that one person choked on a pickle early in life and the other on a piece of peach? It could explain what appears to be an irrational fear. My dad choked almost to death on a piece of mint candy when he was a small child. Even into his seventies he still got short of breath at the tiniest taste of mint. He knew where the reaction came from, but it didn’t matter. He wasn’t exactly afraid of mint, but he avoided it as if it were poison.
I like pickles.
I wonder how that lady would deal with the North Carolina Pickle Festival? Or how about the New Year’s Eve “Pickle Drop” in Mt. Olive, NC (where a large fiberglass pickle is lowered into an old wooden pickle tank)?
Since I was a young boy I have had an irrational fear of lightbulbs (in fact my first ever post on the Dope was about that very subject). These last two years I have been taking what are for me very radical steps to confront that fear and have changed three light bulbs (all flouros, no icandescents which are the REALLY scary ones). The first one took me more than 45 minutes to do, the second a mere half hour and the last one around 20 minutes.
I have no idea what causes my lightbulb-a-phobia.
Heck, if Mom had a pickle-styled dildo, it could be a memory from the womb.
“Get it away from me! I don’t want to lose an eye!”
Cervaise, if I wasn’t going to hell for laughing at the OP, I certainly am now after your contribution there.
Puts the whole “jerkin’ the gherkin” thing in a bit of a new context, that does.