It Only Hurts When I Blog

Greetings, Short Timers!

Charlie is off this week, but I have to WORK. Sheesh.

Yesterday we attended a cookout hosted by our longtime friends GK and PK.

We had a great time, eating cheeseburgers and hot dogs (and chips n dip, fresh vegetables, baked beans, cole slaw, broccoli casserole, potato salad, and ice cream sundaes) and chatting and telling tales, mostly on one another!

One of the true stories told around the table on the deck was this:

SOMEONE we know is used to the little change cup next to the register at gas station convenience stores, the kind where you leave a few pennies or take a few pennies, as the need arises.

SOMEONE was in Starbucks, and used the same maneuver to extract 50 cents or so - the amount of change he needed - from the employee TIP JAR on the counter.

SOMEONE'S companion busted him for that - his thinking was that since the coffees were so expensive, the amount of change he could take from the jar was proportionally larger as well.

Charlie countered by telling his famous 'Varmint Chili' tale - which produced tears of laughter around the table. You don't remember that one?

Charlie was on American Airlines, and with an upgrade coupon was flying first class from Chicago to Providence (they laughed about the symbolism of Charlie in First Class too). When he arrived, he told me they had tried to serve him 'Varmint Chili' for lunch, and that he had opted for the other entree, a ham sandwich.

I explained to him - 'No, they did not try to serve you 'Varmint Chili', no one even uses a word like 'Varmint'. They tried to serve you Vermicelli - which is NOODLES'. Case closed.

Have a nice Tuesday, everyone! TTFN!