A particular friend
loves a gourmet butter so much she gets bulk shipments to her home. You open
that fridge and those blocks of butter look like gold at Fort Knox. Butter
bricks blocked the light in there.
Once just before the
holidays, a huge box arrived and instead of perishable butter, it contained
dozens of packages of dark chocolate almonds. When my friend contacted the
company, they told her it would be too complicated/expensive or whatever to
take it back, so keep the chocolates, and butter is on the way. The chocolates
were amazing, and she was making it rain like confetti with the almond
handouts. I was glad to be on that list.
But I’ve always
wondered if a customer somewhere ripped open a shipment to start crunching
endless almonds and found enough butter to carve an Elvis sculpture at the Iowa
State Fair.
More
pizza?
My mom and
I were sharing a pizza at a new-to-me place. It arrived and did not seem as
meat-saturated as the menu would imply. My first bite was okay. I enjoyed the
sauce, but the crust was underwhelming.
There were
not the usual “yummy sounds” we make as we dine. A few bites later my mother
said she thought the marinara was good. A few more bites later she said she was
not impressed by the crust.
Then the
waiter came up to us with a box of pizza. He said he was sorry, he had served
us a different one than we had ordered. Something about the crust being
different. So we were about to take up a whole extra pizza that would be
essentially the same as the one we were currently enduring.
Guess what.
Once we had a free pizza in our sight, the first one seemed to improve greatly.
Our dinner out improved, just like that.
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