Saturday, August 20, 2011
MY SIDE OF THE STORY
Yesterday I was at Avenidas, and those ruined pans were somehow bugging me. So I asked Laura “Where does one buy springform pans?” “Ask Polly,” she said. I looked around, but didn’t see Polly. But then at lunch time, I nearly backed into her when I pushed back from the table. She was loading dirty dishes to be cleaned onto a cart. “Polly, where can I get springform pans?” She gave me an answer.
Now it so happens that Avenidas is fairly close to where Alison lives. And it also just happens that the recommended store is between Avenidas and Alison. You get the picture. Cliff drove to the store, and I gave him instructions on what to get. A pair of springform pans, of course. Neither of us knew what we were talking about. Then off to Alison’s. Cliff parked, took the package, and rang the doorbell. When she opened the door, he must have said something because she gave a big grin, gave him a big hug, and then came bounding out of the house like a gazelle to hug me through the open window.
Then last night, a little after 8, she phoned to ask if she could bring the cakes. Now that had to be the silliest question of the week! I was going to say No? So here I am with a goofy grin and chocolate all over my face!
Presumably from someone’s resume:
Fluent in both English and Spinach.
A little boy was brought into the emergency room after ingesting part of a plug-in air freshener. After consulting poison control, and monitoring him, the doctor wrote on his discharge, “Patient doing well. Ready to go home. Smells good.”