I'm sitting at a local bar a few seats down from the village drunk/idiot. Far enough away that he won't initiate conversation. It's about 8pm. I'm having a beer or two, waiting for my buddy to arrive, then we are going to the clubs. The VI has been there since 5 or earlier.
He orders a purple pickled egg from the jar on the bar and eats it. Then another. Then another!
I get up and move another 3 seats down. The VI's eyes roll back in his head and he proceeds to vomit 3 pickled eggs and 3 beers onto the bar!
I always think of this story when I see a jar of pickled eggs...