[Sca-cooks] A funny (though OOP) food-related story

[Laura C. Minnick]

Ok. I just got back from Summits Coronet Tourney. A very old friend won, 
but that is not what the story is about...

I was feeling fine when I got up Saturday morning. Ate my yogurt, took 
my meds, grabbed my chair and hiked off to the peerage meeting. (Must 
note here that Summits has occasional combined peerage meetings.) Got 
there, sat down. Fine.

A little while later I wasn't feeling so hot. Not really _bad_, but that 
bare bit of grass behind the thrones was looking pretty good. I wonder 
if I could sneak over there and lie down? Oh, not feeling good at all. 
And 3...2...1 OMIGAWD!

The Amazing Exploding Laurel barely gets past the Duke she is sitting 
next to, and out of the pavilion and around the corner before the 
obvious happens. Then hmm. WTH? Feeling better, go back to the meeting.

The second time I get about 5 seconds warning. It is a good thing that 
the Duke is still very fast! (Not a good thing to puke on a Duke!) Rest 
of the meeting I'm ok. (Well yeah- nothing left in me!)

(I am doing better. Just got home this evening, and I'm tired of driving!)

Now to the funny story! Saturday afternoon after the tournament was over 
I headed for Ashland (took 42 to 5, which was actually a pretty nice 
drive), and while I was winding around through the mountains, I suddenly 
craved mashed potatoes and gravy. Not just any mashed potatoes and 
gravy- it had to be KFC. (Normally- bleah!) I finally saw a KFC sign in 
Medford (and thanks to construction there I spent a half hour lost), and 
when I rolled up to the drive through, I suspect that I was not 
coherent. I intended to ask for a serving of potatoes with extra gravy. 
I don't know what I actually asked for, but the voice on the other end 
said "Large?" Uh, yeah. Large. I was tired and sick and didn't care.

I ended up buying ten dollars worth of mashed potatoes and gravy.

But wait! The punch line! I pull up to the window, hand over my money 
and get the sack of very yummy smells, and the kid leans out the window 
a bit, looks at me funny, and says: "Uh, have fun with your potatoes, lady."

I was back on the freeway before it occurred to me to wonder what he 
thought I was going to be doing with my mashed potatoes...

'Lainie

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