healthy lunch of tuna salad with cherry tomatoes and spinach
Well, I have to share with you all a funny story that happened to me on Wednesday, which is what I refer to as “mom’s day”. It is the day I take mom to the grocery store for the 4th time in the last month, and sometimes to 2 or 3 grocery stores in a single morning. Then after spending hours going up and down every aisle in every grocery store in town, hauling enough food for 6 people home for my mother, and making the great escape, I hit a local fast food restaurant that shall remain unnamed. But my goal is the same each time I go…a tuna un-wich (lettuce wrap) and they always make it super fast. LOL
Anyway, on Wednesday I’m standing at the end of the counter waiting for my sandwich to come down the line. There is a girl behind the counter also waiting on my sandwich because it is her job to wrap and package it properly so I can take it with me.
When the guy who is making the sandwich slides it over to her, she makes a face at the sandwich and leans in close to him and says, “that sandwich is supposed to be 8 inches long.”
He looks at her and shrugs. Then he looks at the sandwich and says, “That is 8 inches long.” (Seriously?)
She shakes her head and leans in closer to him and whispers, “No, it’s not. That’s only about 6 inches.” Then she tries to rearrange the sandwich to stretch it out to a longer length. (Wouldn’t it be nice if this really worked!? LOL)
He makes a face and says, “No, that’s 8 inches.” (Really?)
Okay, you know me…you don’t really think I can let this go by, do you? I’m about ready to bust a gut here. I can’t take it any more. I lean forward and whisper to the girl, “It’s okay. That’s the way guys measure. Just let him believe it’s 8 inches.” (Always sage advice, if you ask me.)
I thought both of them were going to fall on the floor. She was almost choking when he finally said, “Women!” (Yep, he’s heard it before. LOL)
The things you hear when you listen! This one made me laugh out loud…and you know next time I go in there, they are gonna know exactly what my sandwich is. (And I’ll bet it’s 8 inches long too!)
That’s my story, freaky and fast, and I’m stickin’ to it! Hang on tight now, ‘cuz we’re gonna go real, real fast!
Love ya,
Kayce
Hey gang, I’ve been terribly remiss both in posting my blogs and in keeping you abreast of our Butterscotch Martini Girl Blabs. So here is a link to last week’s blab about Things an Introvert Won’t Tell You.
Kayce Lassiter 