besides the fact that i had to go into work on thursday and friday and then spent the rest of the weekend eating like i was going to the chair, it's been kind of quiet over here. time to lean, once again, on a random story from my past to meet my goal of a daily post.
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i was working for a friend in high school, videotaping weddings on the weekend. on this particular day, we were documenting a very low rent affair in the basement of some bar in freeport, long island. the wedding feast consisted of a two-table buffet - steam tables with manicotti, lasagna, sausage & peppers...that sort of thing.
there was also a big, green salad from which wafted a terribly strong red onion smell and an oversized bowl full of semolina rolls, next to which sat a smaller bowl full of individually wrapped butter pats.
after a sweeping pan of the smorgasboard, i focused my lens on an older gentleman as he staggered up to the table. he was a small man in an oversized grey suit with a snappy fedora placed neatly on top of his bald head. in the right light, you'd swear he was related to the little guy that benny hill used to slap around.
anyhow, this man makes his way down the line ready to enjoy his meal. he takes a little of this, samples a little of that...until he reaches the bowl full of butter. it is at that point when he pauses for a second, reaches into the bowl and helps himself. once he's got his butter, he holds it up, examines it for another second, slowly and deliberately unwraps it, and then pops it into his mouth. he chews it with great regard and swallows it with a labored gulp.
after a moment, he turns to the woman who is standing behind him in line and says,
"that ain't chocolate. it's some sort of cheese."
2 comments:
eeeeeeeeeeeeeew.
eeeeeeeeew but true.
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