Andy and Candace sit down to a nice dinner. The wine has been poured, the table set, and the husband and wife say grace over the meal.
The conversation turns to various happenings of the day, banter, and their upcoming trip to Arkansas. Andy remarks that dinner is very good. Candace smiles and says that she’s glad he is enjoying it. The dinner continues thusly until Andy puts his wine glass to his lips and takes a sip. The conversation ceases as he makes a face, looks at his dinner, back to his wine, then up at Candace. He smacks his lips a few times and sniffs this glass. He takes another sip.
“This wine tastes like soap.”
FREEZE. REWIND 30 MINUTES.
Candace is making dinner and multi-tasking as usual. As she cooks, she is unloading the dishwasher, loading it back up, texting Andy to see what time he’ll be home, and preparing pots and glasses for hand washing, and singing whatever song happens to be one their “Bad Ass Road Trip” mix. Kelly Clarkson, no doubt.
Upon Andy’s arrival, she grabs the glasses they used for wine last night and fills them forgetting that she had put soap in them for dish washing preparation.
RESUME ABOVE STORY.
Candace’s face drops in sudden horror.
“What is it?” Andy asks.
“It tastes like soap because I put soap in the glasses to wash them and completely forgot about it. You’re drinking soapy wine.”
Uncharacteristic of Andy, he doesn't just shrug and drink the soap wine. I empty the glasses and fetch new ones. The remainder of the dinner commences soap free.
A typical evening at the Larson household.
2 comments:
That's happened so many times in my apartment (well, without the wine) lol.
My dad tells a story of when he first started working for the railroad before he was married, he watched his roommate hungover use dishsoap instead of vegetable oil to make eggs and then watched him eat it and spit it back out. don't know if it's true...but it's funny.
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