One of my good friends, the co-host on the currently defunct TWIBS podcast, has sent me a letter, which he wishes me to share with you. It tells the story of a major failure he has had recently, it gave me a good laugh, so I thought would pass it on to you.
Here’s a story for you that happened to me round about friday. Some of the spanish elders met a woman and referred her to us, because she didn’t speak spanish. They even set up an appointment for us on friday. So we go to meet this woman, having no idea of what might happen. We get to her house and there are BIG plates of food waiting for us. I had already eaten lunch, so that would have been nice to know that we would get food. The woman is Hungarian, and made meatloaf and something that I can only describe as ‘Hungarian Death Rice’ because of how spicy it was. There were huge mounds of this stuff on the plates, and she wouldn’t be satisfied until we had eaten all of it. Once we managed to choke down all the food on there, she whisked our plates away, and before you could say Mahonri Moriancumer, she had placed in front of us a large slice of Peach pie, each, and told us to eat. I was so full that I had to chug some water with each bite so as to get it down. Once we had eaten everything, she said she would give us some of the Hungarian Death Rice to take home and asked if we would like some coffee before we left. Of course, we don’t drink coffee. She put tinfoil over the bowl of death rice and placed it into a Victoria’s Secret bag that she had. We then walked 5 blocks back to the car carrying a Victoria’s Secret bag. We were so embarrased that it never occured to us until we got into the car to wonder why a 65 year old hungarian woman had a Victoria’s Secret bag in the first place.
Sheesh, talk about eating too much. If you have any other good stories you would like to share, feel free to post them in the comments.
