The Wrong Ingredient

I was making dinner, a very new recipe I had just seen on TV for Paccheri Con Gamberi (Tube Pasta with Shrimp). It required Italian parsley, and since I was trying to follow this one as presented, and I was home alone and cooking for just me, I decided to go to the store and get Italian parsley.

I wandered around the supermarket for a while, and spent about 5 to 10 minutes finding Italian parsley. I picked up a few other items and went to the check out.

The cashier rang me out and very quickly rang up the parsley without needing to look at the number on the wrapper. I was impressed.

So I laughingly told her she was great and that I needed extra time to find Italian parsley as I wasn't even sure what it looked like but I knew it was some what different from regular parsley. I complimented her skills at knowing what all these things are.

She made some sort of noise acknowledging my comment but was not smiling or even pleased.

I paid my bill and went to the car and home, all the while wondering why she was not pleased, as I usually get positive reactions from my positive comments.

When I got home I looked at the bill and lo and behold she had rung up Cilantro! No wonder she didn't acknowledge my comment, I was chastising her inability to recognize the parsley!

The Wedding Story

The wedding was in Toronto in the Distillery District and while I had been there before, I was not sure of the exact location, but of course had the address. I took my wife and gave a ride to another friend, and with my wife's lead, we came upon the venue and went into the parking lot.

Not being sure yet if we were in the correct place, and before I invested $16 for the parking ticket, my wife went off to seek advice from folks walking around the lot.

Several people had no idea, but she came upon a couple going to the same wedding so we were good.

While my wife wandered arouind, I was talking to our fiend in the back seat while glancing into my side mirror and I noticed a strange scene developing.

An older, well dressed couple was standing between two cars, and while the husband looked from side to side, he suddenly seemed to give the “all clear” signal to his wife. She immediately grabbed her skirt and pulled it up to her shoulders and pulled down her panty hose. She quickly pulled up her underpants, pulled up her pantyhose, pulled down her blouse and pulled her skirt back down.

She was now adjusted after a car trip and her husband continued to make sure no one was watching except of course he couldn't see me frozen in time staring in my mirror!

Once free, they continued on to the wedding where I couldn't say anything. Of course it is possible they may read this but it was too good a story not to tell.