Monday, August 11, 2008

A Funny Thing Happened On The Way...........

My mom had a family reunion yesterday at her house. All us kids were supposed to bring a dish to pass. Understanding my talents in the kitchen and lack of motivation on weekends, it was off to the local grocery store for professionally prepared picnic salads. They had a nice looking "Greek" style shell noodle salad. The counter lady let me taste a sample to close the deal on an order for three and a half pounds of feta cheese laden heaven.

While my salad was being skillfully scooped and weighed, a nice grandmotherly lady walked up to the counter. She was roughly the age of my own mother and had noticeably unsteady hands. Never missing an opportunity for conspicuousness and audacity, I started a conversation with this very friendly lady. "You've got to try this Greek noodle salad; it's delicious", I said. She asked if I was having a party and I told her that I was going to a back yard picnic but was too lazy to fix something at home.

Continuing my "routine" I said, "you must have experience with lazy men laying on the sofa around your house?" She admitted that perhaps she was familiar with that particilar situation. In the same breath she went on to say that she thought that maybe I would be a good husband.

Feeling a bit impish and never willing to pass up a vertual "slam dunk" I said, "are you looking for a husband?" "If you are", I went on, "then today is your lucky day because I just happen to already be a husband." Feeling somewhat self satisfied with my show of wit I was quite surprized to hear her response. She said, "I know you probably are a great husband, but please call me if you ever feel like being bad." She's lucky I wasn't drinking milk when she said that. I'm sure I would have sprayed the walls as it passed through my nose.

2 comments:

Alisa said...

That's a great story! I was once the victim of a pick-up attempt by a very elderly man in the grocery store. He gave me his phone number and everything, all because I am friendly and smiled at him in passing. He was twice as old as my grandfather, maybe three or four times.

wildmary said...

I love that story. People don't give their elders enough credit. That spark doesn't go out til it goes out.