How far is the extra mile?

Four of us went out for dinner in Auckland on Sunday. When we arrived they gave each of us a fresh oyster in a spoon. It was part of the welcome … even before they asked us if we’d like a drink.

There were four problems.

One of us is pregnant and can’t eat shellfish.

One of us doesn’t like shellfish.

One of us didn’t like that the oysters were sitting in vinegar (albeit a fancy Chardonnay vinegar … it was a very flash restaurant).

The fourth ate one because it seemed rude not to.

Four oyster lovers would have been in some kind of heaven, but this was an extra mile in the wrong direction. Shades of those strangers in your viewfinder.

How far Which way is the extra mile?

Cheers, Johannes