Picture the scene: two middle-aged women (middle-aged if they are going to live to be 100 or 120 years old). Both redheads (from the same bottles). Both
|Foley...Photos of Cindy and Sioux are not available, due to|
their wish to remain anonymous
One is retired teacher. The other is still teaching, so they get excited about simple things. Tape that comes off easily from the tape dispenser. Pens that write nicely. Anything free.
At some point The Husband comes with two tall chocolate-coffee drinks in his hands, along with two servings of pumpkin cheesecake. Cindy and Sioux squeal. Chocolate and sugar and caffeine and pumpkin (which is usually just relegated to Thanksgiving!). And it's free (for them). More shrieking and shivering with anticipation.
A couple of bites, a couple of slurps, and then someone ambles over to the table with some books to wrap. Sioux put her plate on her chair--since she had to stand to wrap--and Cindy put hers on a chair way off to the side as they busily worked.
When the books were wrapped, Sioux began to sit down. Since The Husband was still there, he shouted out, "Don't sit down," but it was too late. Sioux's rear end had made contact with the cheesecake. It was not completely flattened, but probably (since there were witnesses) past the point of being edible.
Off Sioux went to the bathroom to wipe the whipped cream off her butt. (She also took a moment to contemplate: Would it be so improper to eat the cheesecake? After all, some of that rear end came from eating cheesecake...It would be like a brother meeting a long-lost sister. And how dirty could her rear end be? No one ever thought dirty thoughts when gazing at her flat, wide rear end...)
Since falls and trips and drips and spills are such an integral part of Sioux's life, this was not life-shattering. And thankfully, The Husband had fed Foley the "ruined" cheesecake during the clean-up in the toilet, so Sioux did not have to face the dilemma of the century...
A few more book wrappings later, The Husband (still there, perhaps waiting for the encore performance, albeit sans cheesecake) noticed that Foley had whipped cream on the top of this head. And Cindy noticed that her dessert plate was completely empty. And all three noticed that Foley looked quite...content.
|photo by scrap sister|
Could Foley have been cruising the internet, spied this photo, and developed an
overwhelming desire to taste whipped cream?
Now the Cheesecake Factory is screaming out their new endorser: Foley. He helped wrap gifts the next day as well but sadly, there was no more pumpkin cheesecake for him.