152. I am the kind of man who has spent his entire live trying to avoid getting food on my clothes.
153. I was the kind of child whose face was often cleaned in public, by my mother using saliva and a handkerchief.
154. I lived that kind of a life where the event of ketchup escaping from a hamburger, and falling on a clean shirt was considered a disaster.
155. If ketchup falls on your shirt, there is nothing to do but go back home immediately and change your clothes. Therefore, at 65 years of age, there was never a moment when I had not been on edge, not to make a mess.