In grade school, Velvet Abbot really ticked me off. Whenever the class received a treat, perhaps a cookie or a candy bar, the rest of the class gobbled it up like normal kids do. Hours went by, and there would be Velvet, still with her treat in the middle of her desk for all to see. How terrible was that!
Last week, I had lunch with Rocco (his real name may actually be Rocco). As a surprise, the staff at my favorite restaurant gave each of us a generous slice of lemon chiffon pie, my favorite. We chatted on as I devoured my piece of pie. Fifteen minutes later, I noticed Rocco still had a full slice of lemon chiffon pie.
“Rocco, don’t you like lemon chiffon pie?” I inquire. Rocco: “I love it. I just haven’t gotten to it yet.” This is really getting under my skin. I keep staring at this piece of pie. I’d like to take it from him and gobble it up, or smash the creamy pie in Rocco’s smug face. I do neither. I patiently wait and watch Rocco slowly eat the pie with a lot of “ummmms.”
As we leave and approach our cars, I yell out, “See you later, Velvet!” Rocco is confused, but I feel a tiny taste of revenge.
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