Back in the 20th century my grandmother made
homemade mints and would bring them to parties and weddings and stuff. They
were really good. Sometimes those little soaps you see around remind me of
Grandma’s mints. Don’t you hate it when you accidentally eat those little soaps
that you thought were mints? I seem to do that from time to time, especially
around Easter. Yeah, if you see me at Dillards and I look kinda sick, it’s
‘cause I ate what I thought were sample mints. I try to justify the experience
by asking myself if I’ve used any bad language recently, and that maybe eating
soap is my punishment. The problem is that I’m more likely to use the bad
language (somewhat loudly) AFTER I eat the soap. As a result, I’m no longer
allowed in Bath and Body Works.
It also gets confusing when the fancy hotel or bed and
breakfast puts a mint on your pillow. I know that more than once I’ve tried to
use that mint in the shower…
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