Hubby is in hospital after a heart attack yesterday.
I have been sitting by his bed all morning, watching him doze/sleep/rest. One of our besties is here with us.
He just woke up and asked us what we were doing. He didn’t even blink when we said, “Sunbathing by the pool… hot men fanning us and feeding us grapes.”
Our waitress just arrived at our table with dessert, and announced quite loudly, “Hi, I’ve got a sticky date…”
She didn’t even blink when I was obviously trying not to crack up.
She didn’t announce the two serves of lemon meringue pie she was carrying, either.
“Have you heard of Bill Gates?”
Tonight, on the plane, I saw a man who was so big that he had no neck at all.
He was wearing a shirt that said “McStud”.
Really. Not a word of a lie.
Earlier today we stopped at a truck stop/travel plaza for coffee and food.
Pizza seemed like a good idea, until I started talking to the guy at the Pizza Hut Express counter.
“Hi, what’s on the supreme pizza?”
“I don’t know, ma’am.”
“You don’t know?”
“Sorry, ma’am, no I don’t.”
“So, do you know what’s on the marinara pizza?”
“No ma’am, I don’t.”
“So tell me, is there any cheese on the cheese pizza?”
“I guess so, but couldn’t say for sure.”
“OK. Maybe I’ll just take the supreme pizza, thanks.”
“We don’t have any of those.”
“There’s one right here in the warmer.”
“Oh hey, cool!”
Bizarre.
I’m guessing he’s not topping any classes.
A shop assistant, on hearing our Australian accents, asked, “So where are you all from? Texas?”
An Aussie Maple Leaf, adrift on the wind... 