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!
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