Don’t you love that moment when you know you’ve been taken for a ride but are not exactly sure how it happened? Or at least, don’t you love it when it happens to somebody else? My husband complains that I throw things out too often and too fast. According to him I’m a compulsive ‘binner’ (from the British word ‘bin’ meaning ‘garbage can’). The temptation was hard to resist when, one day, as we were both in the kitchen, he started slicing some cheese for his sandwich. I’m talking about hard-crusted, aged Gouda cheese. Four golden and luscious slices of expensive cheese, lying there, on the cutting board. He turned around to take his bagel out of the toaster oven. That was my window of opportunity. I moved fast and hid the cheese under a plastic container. He reached out to the counter to pick up the four slices, his plate in his right hand. I could tell that in his mind he was already enjoying the rich and sharp taste of the cheese. His private trip into dairy heaven came to an abrupt end when he noticed that his pieces had gone missing. There was nothing there; just a few crumbs, that was all.
“What happened to the slices I just cut?” he said.
“Those were slices? They looked like crust to me; I just threw them away”, I delivered with as straight a face as I could manage.
“No, tell me you didn’t; it’s just not possible. Geez, two seconds, I turn around for two seconds and they’re gone?” his voice was a pitch higher; his anger, tangible. He was mad. Really, really mad. It was no laughing matter: some extra sharp, delectable Gouda imported from Holland had found its way into our trash.
I met his eyes. It must have been the hint of a smile on my lips that gave me away. And there it was, good enough to eat: THE MOMENT! The split second of recognition in his eyes. He was starting to understand that I had just played a joke on him but he was still not quite sure what to make of it. After all, the slices of cheese were still missing. And re-appear they did, four pieces miraculously recovered by a devoted wife. I was dying with laughter and he was doing his best to try and remain upset. “Gotcha!”
What’s your special and funny moment? Make me laugh!🙂
Copyright © Maryse G. Copans – January 2010