Grand Ahbeets (pizza, for those of you in Utah). May I help you?
Me: Yes, I'd like to order a large pie with moots (mozzarella for all of you outside the New Haven area.)
Grand Apizza: Okay...Anything else?
Me: (Calling into the family room) Do you guys want a salad?
Wife: Yes!
Me: Yes, I'd like a large salad...no onions.
Grand Apizza: What kind of salad dressing?
Me: Poppycorn dressing.
Wife: What did you say?
Me: Poppycorn dressing.
Wife: It's peppercorn. Not poppycorn.
Grand Apizza: Sir?
Me: Sorry, make that peppercorn dressing.
Grand Apizza: Okay. Give us 30 minutes.
Me: Thanks!
Click!
Wife: Where did you get poppycorn from?
Me: Well...it has those little poppy seeds in it.
Wife: (laughing hysterically)Those aren't poppyseeds. Those are peppercorns...hence the name peppercorn dressing.
Me: Oops! I did it again.
Wife: Maybe you can put some aspirin and creme rinse on that salad.
Me: Ha! Ha! Ha! Very funny. Very funny.
Wife: Well, at least you have more material for your blog.
3 comments:
poor man!
Moved to New Haven from the midwest and ordering pizza was a real adjustment. Great on the "moots". Also have to sometimes order white or red. That was another surprise because all pizzas came with cheese and red sauce. Moots or red or white never existed until New Haven. Best pizza in the country is in New Haven. Jamie
I do love good blog material AND your wife's sense of humor!
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