We had several stops to make on our way home yesterday morning, after our mall-walk, and check this exchange:
"May I take your order, please?"
neb: Yes, I'd like a pound of ground round, please.
(Laughter - snickering - trying her best to stay composed) "What was that?"
I was sitting at the drive-in order speaker at Duncan Donuts.
My lovely bride of 57+ years was a) falling out of the car laughing b) pretending she wasn't even in the car c) doing her best to help her poor old geezer husband d) wondering aloud why I had said such a thing.
I have NO idea why I said that.
Maybe because it rhymes?
I corrected my order - a pound of ground coffee - regular - and I have a coupon. Pulled forward and there she was - the order taker. Doing her best - again - to be polite and courteous - but I could tell by the look on her face she really wondered what kind of bozo would order a pound of ground round at a donut shop.
I told her to not get old - she won't like it - but then laughingly agreed, I had made her day - and 5-6 other smart aleck young smartie pants...who without a doubt told everyone within shouting distance what some moron had ordered.
At the donut shop.
I still have NO idea why I said that.
I know - I need professional help.
ps - I have another coupon and plan on going back today for another pound. Alone. For some reason, my lovely bride does not want to be anywhere near me.