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.