So last night I join Wifey and Laverne at a restaurant for dinner.
They got there about an hour before me and were half way thru eating by the time I showed up.
Small talk. Greetings.
The waiter comes up to me asks what I'd like.
I'm not overly hungry so I just order a hamburger and fries.
I tell the waiter:
"Just the burger and fries...no garnish! No onion, no tomato, no pickle...just beef and bun."
And then all of sudden Wifey chimes in with:
"I'll have his pickle!"
And then the four mature adults....a total of almost 200 years of life experience....start to giggle because Wifey wants my pickle.
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Dinner goes well. Conversation, a few laughs.
Do I need to mention that Wifey barely touched my pickle?
11 comments:
Sometimes a pickle is only a cigar... or something.
My Pickle Mystery Tour
To quote Homer Simpson, mmmmmm....pickles.
(And MulderJoe, my deepest apologies! I would have totally taken the Joss Whedon bait the other day, had I not been on vacation.)
Joss Whedon... Joss Whedon...
I've got it! Isn't she that hot-looking young English soul singer?
Dear Lois,
You were on vacation?
Dear I Wasn't Aware of That,
Don't you have funny books to hawk or something?
Love,
Lois
There must have been something wrong with your pickle. Don't worry. Happens a lot.
Thanks Lois!
Sparkle, there are a lot of guys out there who say, "Sorry, there's never been anything wrong with my pickle before!
So...apparently Wifey doesn't like Baby Gerkin pickles?
"Do I need to mention that Wifey barely touched my pickle?"
Nobody is surprised.
p.s.
What a touching tribute to Canada on our birthday...you shouldn't have. *wipes eyes* Just wonderful.
p.p.s.
Cousin Saul wins.
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