thesaladfork

thesaladfork

beside
the doorway toward Mollies Inn Sheila’s fishandchips brings
grins to all the patrons as they bring to all the forks to play the
food with the ladies always correcting the gentlemen the ogres in the
way of proper etiquette a man gets quite appalled when forced to
relinquish hold on salad fork, “But Dear”, he says in
hushed sultry basset tones, “we ordered entrees but no salads.”
A quiet void descends around them this calm before her storm and he
could almost quote her for he had heard it all before. The dimples
smile and then she sighs, “I just won’t have a husband
quite ignore in public use that HUGE salad fork on fish potatoes cut
in lengths with instruments.” He is surprised somewhat ataken
back then comes back quickly noticing the tiny size of the fork he
has taken from the left hand side of napkin as he puts it back and
gets the larger one. “Huge?” he grumbles “HUGE”
why did ewe call it huge?” Then the dimples grow in size. I am
so happy that you noticed my little play on words it proves you are
my husband and no lout about Now Dear please eat your trout and
fries.