Many of today’s modern conveniences have become staples in my life such as the instant stain remover stick that I carry in my purse. It does a fantastic job of eradicating the inevitable coffee stains that dribble onto on my clothing during my morning commute to the office or removing an accusatory blot of barbeque sauce after visiting the local rib joint. Isn’t technology grand? Modern know-how has come up with a chemical compound that can take away the evidence of our careless consumption of fast food!
I didn’t have an instant spot remover several years ago when I stopped for lunch at the local chicken shack. The chicken was good, but the restaurant’s gravy was delicious! This event happened in my younger days (when I actually thought people wanted to know my opinion) so I shared my zeal for the meal with the teenagers working behind the fast-food counter. I extolled poetic admiration about the wonderful gravy while waiting for my beverage refill. After thanking the young servers I left the restaurant and went to my car.
I placed my drink on the hood of the car and retrieved my keys from my purse to unlock the door, and that’s when I caught sight of it – the big glob of gravy on the front of my shirt! Yeah, I was taking some of that scrumptious gravy home with me. I bet those teenagers smirks turned into side-splitting laughter after I left.
I had to go home to change clothes and decided to stop by my sister’s house to tell her the story. She laughed so hard I thought she might wet her pants (understandable since she had four kids and almost forty at the time). After that historic day my sister’s family often paid tribute for a delicious meal by enthusiastically mocking me as they proclaimed to their mother, “We really love your gravy!”
I had to go home to change clothes and decided to stop by my sister’s house to tell her the story. She laughed so hard I thought she might wet her pants (understandable since she had four kids and almost forty at the time). After that historic day my sister’s family often paid tribute for a delicious meal by enthusiastically mocking me as they proclaimed to their mother, “We really love your gravy!”
It is embarrassing to have egg on one’s face or gravy on one’s shirt. However, I am now a bit savvier when planning dinner outings. When we go out to eat with our son and BDIL (beautiful daughter-in-law) I carry a stain stick remover and I ask the waiter for a to-go box after dining – it is so much more couth than carrying a portion of the meal out of the restaurant on the front of my shirt!
Could be a market for those designer bibs after all...
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