Last night I did my regular stint at our local Ronald Mc Donald hospice cooking dinner for the residents. Id done all the necessary shopping before hand, and as I was cooking up a Mexican (fajita) meal I thought a nice side salad would work. So I bought tomatoes, lettuce, onions, cucumber etc before I got there, and while there I was asked whether I needed a hand by a young lady resident. I accepted her kind offer, and asked her to prepare the salad. Half way through she asked me whether or not I was making coleslaw. I told her no then she asked me whay Id bought three cabbages instead of lettuce.
In my defence they looked like ice burg lettuces honest.
Anyway when I got home and shared my guff with Ms Biff she informed me that I have a history with cabbages, according to my mother.
The story goes.........(wavy dream like scene)
....when I was quite young my mother sent me to the local grocers in order to buy a small cabbage. I arrived at the grocers and picked up a small cabbage and took it to the cash desk. The lady behind the desk asked me, "Is that all you want?". To which I replied, "yes". To my amazement she didn't charge me for it - so I went to the sweet shop and spent the cabbage money on sweets.
Full of smiles I trundled home and proudly presented the small cabbage to my mother. Thankfully my mother has a sense of humour, and she chuckled to herself while telling me that there was no way a brussel sprout would feed the entire family.
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Originally Posted by Biff
Don't worry, according to my folks, I managed to drink a whole bottle of furniture polish when I was young.
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