Now, there’s no recipe to follow this post, but just stay with me here. I’ve got a funny story to tell. And there is food involved… sort of…
There’s a girl who used to work at the restaurant with me. She was a chatterbox. She liked to gossip. She often worked in the back corner of the kitchen. Right next to the staff restroom. She called that corner “the intersection of awkward and uncomfortable”. That’s because she often found herself in deep gossip mode only to find that the person she was talking about was actually in the bathroom. And they’d just heard everything she was saying about them. This girl found herself feeling awkward and uncomfortable a lot. It was amusing.
One warm summer evening, she went outside to take in the breeze as the night slowed down. There are apartments on the upper floors, next door to the restaurant. It was probably 10:30 at night. Somebody dumped a bowl of cornflakes out of their window. The cornflakes (soggy with milk) landed squarely on this girl’s head. Squarely. She had really curly hair. The cornflakes got stuck in her curly coils. She had to stick her head in the sink to wash out the milky sogginess. But soggy cornflakes are hard to extract from curly, coily, hair. She had a hard time. She just wanted to know who eats cornflakes at 10:30 pm? And who dumps half-eaten bowls of soggy cornflakes out their windows?
I started singing, “I never was a cornflake girl”. She wasn’t happy with me. I kept singing it. I mean, when something is really funny, sometimes you just have to go with it. And as Scott is known to say, “funny trumps mean“. How can one not see the humor in this?
I haven’t stopped laughing.