Trap Set, Me Waitin, Because She’s Nice, Bait Not Taken
“There are 8 rolls, four for you and four for me.”
That meant for me anyway, two rolls a night, with one night to go roll-less.
After dinner, I noted,
“There are still five rolls left, I guess I get the extra for night three?”
“Don’t even try it, I only had one tonight, three left are for me and I know how to count.”
It was worth a try.
Tonight I finished my helping of stew with two rolls. As I cleaned up my plate, I noticed there were still two rolls left and Mrs. C had not yet eaten her stew. (We do not always eat on the same schedule) Apparently, she had one roll with her lunch.
While she was not looking, I moved the rolls to another counter and covered them with a towel, an act of deception she often does to me with deserts.
Now, I knew she would eventually find the rolls when she was ready for dinner, but I might have enough time to claim I forgot and already ate them. I love to get a rise out of Mrs. C.
In my head:
“Where are the rolls, I had two left for my stew tonight?”
“Rolls? You mean the two that were on the counter?”
“Yes, you know, the two that I told you last night were MINE!”
“Those were for you? I just ate them, the stew needed extra rolls for sopping.”
“YOU WHAT! Wait a minute, even you couldn’t be that big a jerk, where did you hide them, under a towel?”
“You got me, but I did get a rise out of you for a second there.”
As I was finishing my coffee and desert, Mrs. C sat down with her stew sans rolls.
I was ready; any second now she would ask about the rolls.
“I know you really like those crescent rolls; you can have the last two with dinner tomorrow.”
“OMG, I don’t believe you!”
“What, it’s OK, you can have them.”
“No, I don’t believe that the one time you decide to give up something is the time I hid the damn things under a towel!”
“Heah! Like I wouldn’t have found them anyway.”
“Not without first throwing a fit!”
“Once again, you are a jerk!”
And she remains undefeated, untied and unscored upon.
OH MY GOSH! Mrs C is so many steps ahead of you, she's coming up behind! Not only did she hand you those coveted crescent rolls, she handed you your rumpus on a platter!ReplyDelete
You two should be on a TV comedy series.ReplyDelete
Ha ha, give up joeh, she has your number. Just be grateful she doesn't have a violent streak:)ReplyDelete
I agree with Victor - you guys need to be on a TV comedy series.ReplyDelete
I think Mrs. C just likes fucking with you. Hahahahahaha!ReplyDelete