Tonight I spilled a whole bottle of mineral water on my dining room table. Oy-vey. The dining room table serves as my office. I cleaned it up - sort of - but got disgusted and called the nun and we went out. Our usual routine: one cup of coffee for me and perhaps one ice cream cone for her. I drove us to a McDonalds. They had the coffee but the ice cream machine was broke. So I drove to a Robert in a Basket (why does he have to be in a basket?) and we looked at the menu. She wanted something with a banana. They had no bananas. I think there is a song: "We have no bananas." Well, they did not sing to us, just told us. So she settled for scoop of vanilla ice cream with lots of chocolate on top. Went back to the Seven Flags parking lot, parked and talked. I told her we needed to go back my temple one of these days and park way in the back when the Rabbi was there and spook him. In view of what happened there recently it would be too, too funny. Of course, if someone were to bang on the car while I was inside and it came unexpectedly I would jump clear through the roof.
No comments:
Post a Comment