My local bookstore phoned this morning to say that the book I ordered last week had arrived. I was welcomed to pick it up at my convenience.
The news delighted me. The book is a cookbook that I've owned for a couple of years. That means that in the course of using it, I soiled it so badly that I had to buy a new copy. A common occurrence in the enjoyment of my hobby.
In my kitchen life, these are the hazards I've come to accept and it is all right. I have a few precious cookbooks that never touch the countertop---and several that have my tomato-stained thumbprints all over them. No matter. Cookbooks are for cooking!
Mini-Madame and I embarked on our errands: market, gift shopping for her friends and the bookstore. I love to diddle about with Mini-Madame. We giggle, we get snarky and we enjoy the time together.
We got to the bookstore and saw it was crowded. No amount of crowd matters to us since we both love to tickle the spines of the books and lose our sense of time mindlessly browsing through the shelves.
As we saw the crowd at the counter dwindle, I winked the "let's get on it" wink and we lined up behind some nicely dressed young women. Well, there were two younger women to be exact--and one slightly older looking woman.
We received shopping assistance simultaneously:
I said, "I'm here to pick up the book you ordered for me" as the clerk quickly replied, "No problem, Mme. Donna, I have it right over here!"
At the same time, the older looking woman said, "I'd like to put these two books on my credit card please."
I glanced at her and smiled. She thought I was being friendly which was fine with me, but I was smiling because I read both of her selections and hated both of them. I just didn't know how to tell her they sucked and saw no point in ruining her gift purchases.
Mini-Madame browsed through a few of the itty-bitty paperbacks that commonly adorn the book store check-out area as I overheard the Older Looking Lady remark to the two younger women in our line,
"Hey you two are twins, aren't you?"
Well any fool could see that but what came next had me holding my breath until I left the store and could release it in peals of laughter with Mini-Madame.
She said, "Hah! Twins! Tell me, how can you each tell which one you are? By birthmarks or what?"
Please? Really?
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My brothers are twins. They are fraternal, and supossedly not identical....but they are very much alike.....Many of our cousins could never tell them apart...but the day they they can't tell themselves apart I am calling the looney bin!
made my night....yes ya did!....cheers,gayle in WA state
Yeh, she sound dumb enough to pick crummy books...
Thanks, Corina, I'm still laughing about it.
Vicky, in the spirit of the season I didn't think that would be nice or fair, but I was tempted.
Sonia, uh, yeah, I think they know which one they are, right? I couldn't believe my ears.
Lyndon, yes, this was a dumb question. It is like having someone look at you and say, "Are you sure you are you? How do you know?"
Trish, believe me, I report it as I heard it. I really did and Mini-Madame can back me up. It's true.
G-Photog, etc....thanks. It caught me completely by surprise. I love a good laugh!
Kathleen, I think there are a lot of people out there who don't even think, let alone listen to what they are saying. That is where the humor lies! And I am there to collect it.
Dorine, Yep. On both counts.
Even (gak) Romance novels often feature twins and the confusion is always on the part of the people who see them, not within themselves.
(sigh)
Aniko, yeah, what I said. Hah!
Dannielle, thanks. She was a bit confused.
Melinda, thanks. We had a blast.
Marianne, too funny! I'd have to agree with you.
Tony looked in the reaview mirror and thinking the reflextion he could see was Tomy (Tommy but just 1 M) he started making faces and sticking his tongue out and then realized he was making faces at himself....then he just lost it!!! We did too when he shared....
What if they got themselves mixed up and went to each other's jobs? That could be so frightening. I'm glad I'm not a twin.
Ina, thanks. My family is very grateful that I'm not a twin!
Jody, nice to see you around! Thanks.
Tonia, I live for these moments. I eavesdrop like crazy in restaurants or when I'm on line somewhere. These are the gems of life hidden in our mundane activities and I'm panning for gold!
Sonia, I have to admit the recovery by the twins at the bookstore was: "We never wear the same outfits so we can tell who is who in our photos." That cracked me even more!
Happy Holidays! :)
elizabeth, me too. Thanks.
Cristina, Thanks, I'm always glad to share a giggle.
Joanne, Thanks.
thanks for your nice comments...
Sherine, I suppose so.
Lisa, It definitely makes me wonder! Thanks.
Your love of cooking and new cookbooks reminds me of a friend who is always trying out new cooking styles and loves treating us to her 'experiments.' Most of the time theyare so good that we ask for the recipes and then say, 'oh forget it! Just cook it again for us, sometime!'
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I have my own little Mini-Madame or Mini-Joy in my case.
Your shopping at the bookstore sounded like many of mine with my Mini-Joy.
My cookbooks are mostly messy with cooking fingerprints...lol
Joy, thank you. Hangin' around with a Mini is a special experience.
jessie, yes, very scary.
How can they know there are two kinds and the names of the two kinds and still ask?
Christian Glitter by www.christianglitter.com
necee, thank you for stopping by. Happy New Year.