Years ago in Milan I was working on a film set and the Assistant Director was universally loathed for being a bit of a shit. Off we went to the local tratt for lunch and she asked in her broken Italian what sorts of salad were on offer. Typically, mista or verde. She announced in front of the entire crew she wanted an insalata merda. She was never able to see the funny side of it.

I don't speak Italian but