A lady at work brought in some homemade banana bread. Seconds after she peeled away the cellophane, I dove in. As I brought a slice to my lips I realized that it was, in fact, two slices stuck together. Having touched both, good manners dictated neither be returned.
“Look. I meant to take one, but got two accidentally,” I said, taking a generous bite.
“Yeah, right. Tell us about it, Pinocchio,” she replied.
My mouth full, I burst out laughing, spraying the entire plate of banana bread with a fine mist of saliva-caked crumbs, obligating me to seize all of the remaining slices for my personal consumption, to be savored over the course of what turned out to be a marvelous day.
BILL
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