It's Soup
I've written before that one of the elderly ladies who live next door has an extraordinarily loud and high-pitched phone voice. ("DON'T FORGET YOUR NEW YORK CLOTHES!") Today I heard the following, delivered with a particularly intrusive urgency and volume:
IT'S SOUP. IT'S SOUP AND YOU EAT THE SALAD AS THE MAIN COURSE. IT COMES WITH POTATO AND CHUNKS OF TUNA.
Eating the salad as the main course seemed for her to be a novel, slightly suspect activity, something to be accepted reluctantly, with eyebrows raised at these crazy, new-fangled ideas.
IT'S SOUP. IT'S SOUP AND YOU EAT THE SALAD AS THE MAIN COURSE. IT COMES WITH POTATO AND CHUNKS OF TUNA.
Eating the salad as the main course seemed for her to be a novel, slightly suspect activity, something to be accepted reluctantly, with eyebrows raised at these crazy, new-fangled ideas.
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