Tonight, at dinner
Joel: "So you've been vegetarian for more than a year now. How do you get your iron?"
Me: "Salads. Huge salads that I get teased for."
Joel: "I'm sure you don't."
Later, at the salad bar
Joel: "You weren't joking. That is an enormous pile of lettuce and spinach."
Me: "I tell you Joel, I don't spend much time in the space between truth and hyperbole."
Joel: "I can see that. In any case, we're going to be here a while."
"Yes, well, leafy greens . . . . . . . . I'M A COW!" I announced.
However, Joel had walked around the corner and this announcement went straight into the face of the unfamiliar freshman boy standing next to me spearing croutons, who could only say, "Umm . . . sorry?"
It was almost better than the "clean tasting spoons" incident.
Worth a few chuckles.
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4 comments:
Funny, but what does that have to do with parents' weekend?
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I'd like to hear about the clean-tasting spoons.
Right next to the soup kettle section at the cafeteria are two bowls. One is empty, and the other is full of little plastic white spoons. A sign on the bowl says "clean tasting spoons." I usually prompt someone to ask about the spoons, after which I assure them that all the spoons do indeed taste clean.
Much like I wait for Nacho Night. I get very excited about Nacho Night. I scan the crowds to see if anyone has the nachos. I wait to see if their friend goes to steal from their plate, and before the bite reaches their mouth I run up to them and yell "WAIT STOP!"
Concerned, the friend asks "What, what??"
Pause . . . . . .
"That's not yo cheese!"
This has happened perfectly once.
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