Yesterday while at Steel's Jewelry, my soon-to-be daughter-in-law Elizabeth Steel, and Maxwell's soon-to-be mother-in-law, Susan Steel and I were having a fine time talking wedding talk, and looking at bridesmaids dresses, and discussing the reasonable goals we are setting for ourselves, in order to be the perfect size for the perfect dress in time for the wedding. Fun girl stuff. In the middle of all the gaiety, my cell phone rang; actually it played Fur Elise. I answered the phone: it was a young man with an unfamiliar voice.
"Is this Mrs. DEE-War?"
"Yes, this is Ellen Dewar."
"Oh. Well, Mrs. Dewar, this is Brett at Gables Rock Springs, and we have a package for you up at the office. The delivery man tried to deliver it several times, and he left notices for you to pick it up, and it's been sitting here for over three weeks."
"I'm sorry, but we vacated our apartment a month ago, and we're back in Valdosta now.'
"Mrs. Dewar, this package - it smells awful. For several days , we've been smelling something and it just gets worse and worse - we at first thought a rat or something had died in the walls, then one of the secretaries figured out it was coming from the mail room, and specifically from your package."
"Throw it out. It's a chicken pot pie."
"A chicken pot pie?"
"Yes, a very old and rancid and moldy chicken pot pie. My brother William had some sent to us from Dean & Deluca, but a couple were back ordered, and weren't delivered until after we'd left. Throw it out."
"Yes, Ma'am. I surely will. That'll be a whole lot easier than trying to get a dead rat out of the wall."
1 comment:
don't know that i will ever have the same enthusiasm for chicken pot pie that I used to have
ick
you sound happy
grins to you all
glenda and griffin
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