I went to a sushi bar, excited to get fresh cut fish, like they make your plate right in front of you. I ordered the tuna and the chef slapped a large slab of red meaty fish on the table and began to cut away.
"What is that," I asked.
"Tuna," the chef replied, confused by my question.
"That doesn't look like Bumble Bee," I said.
And that's why I'm no longer allowed in a sushi bar.