 |
|
My husband and I have a history with betting. Namely that whenever we bet on something, I tend to lose. Ladies and gentlemen, I have BROKEN MY STREAK!
The scene: Driving in a car in the middle of Gunnison, CO. It’s raining. We have just left a restaurant where several of us had ordered the Reuben sandwich for dinner.
The conversation:
Cory: “Remember when Kettie gave that talk where she used the Reuben sandwich as an analogy?”
Kristy: “That wasn’t Kettie.”
Cory: “Ummmm…pretty sure it was.”
Kristy: “Ummmm…pretty sure it wasn’t.”
C: “Was.”
K: “SO wasn’t.”
C: “Who was it then?”
K: “Can’t remember her name.”
C: “Probably because it was Kettie.”
K: I gave a sideways glance. I smiled. His eyes met mine and he knew what I thinking. “Wanna Bet?”
(I don’t care what he says, my confidence was shaking him.)
C: “Fine. You’re on. How do we find out whose right?”
K: “Just so happens that I know Kettie’s phone number by heart. Where’s your cell phone?”
*ring*ring*
K: “Kettie? It’s Kristy. I’m four hours from home in Gunnison, but I need you to settle a bet for me….”
Kettie: [after ‘splaining the situation] “Wasn’t me, I don’t even like Reuben sandwiches.”
K: “WHAT? What’s that you say Kettie?! Hold on, I’m putting you on speaker phone.”
[speaker phone engaged] “Could you say that one more time LOUD AND CLEAR please?”
Kettie: “I said, I don’t even LIKE Reuben Sandwiches!”
K: “I win! I WIN! I WIN! I WIN!”
After much gloating and celebration, I announced to Kettie that Cory had just bought us lunch. We made good on that today at Macaroni Grill. Did you know that Macaroni Grill streams Italian lessons into their bathrooms over the speakers? I went in to pee and came out bilingual. Awesome. Or as the Italians like to say, “Impressionante.”
By the way, for dinner tonight? I’m making Reuben Sandwiches.
RSS Feed
Lisa says: Victory is sweet, like a big Reuben sandwich (or two). Congratulations on your much deserved win! (and the bathroom bilingual-ness! I love how eating out makes you smart!)