If I happen to 'see' spam I immediately begin to wretch. Dont know why but it has always had that effect on me since childhood. It may be the fatty lumps it contains.
One day the Police sent me to a burglary victim who had mental health issues. After doing about 5 hours work and thinking I was about to leave. The guy asked me if I could look at his back door as it didn't lock. On entering his kitchen I spotted the spam tin, with the tell tale spiral of twisted foil and poking out of the top was a slab of spam... not only spam, it was green spam.( The reason for the green spam was .. because it was covered in spores).
I dived out of the door and threw up. The guy came out after me and said. "You have been here a long time, I will make you a sandwich, will spam be okay". He was now standing in the doorway, spooning the spam out of the can with a teaspoon and eating it.
Needless to say I declined the invite and continued to wretch.
Maggots, fleas, blocked toilets, I can deal with every day of the week .. just dont show me spam.