Yesterday morning, I tried to pull a fast one. I smuggled a couple of pieces of raisin bread into the toaster, and shortly thereafter turned them into raisin toast. I then hastily consumed them, and (completely out of character for me, I can assure you) rinsed the “evidence” before hiding the plate and the butter knife in the dishwasher.
What I failed to consider, fatally so, was that Mrs. That Dan Guy has the combined olfactory senses of a bat, a cheetah, an anteater, and a canine university-educated bloodhound. Coming down the stairs during a typical morning break in her marathon morning preparation routine, she commented that it smelt (smelled?? I don’t mean to refer to small pickled fish fed to captive penguins) like raisin toast.
As she got closer and closer to the kitchen, she was absolutely convinced beyond a shadow of a doubt that I had indeed consumed raisin toast, our weekend breakfast treat together.
Like a cat with canary feathers protruding from its mouth, I tried to brush the raisin toast crumbs from my housecoat – but alas – I was too late.
Mrs. That Dan Guy is like Murder She Wrote’s Jessica Tandy - a pesky sleuth that can’t keep her hyper-accurate schnozz out of other people’s business…
Was it Jessica Tandy?? Maybe I just should have gone with Columbo…
Chow for now!!
2 comments:
You are just "sensitive" because you got caught!
Jessica Tandy?? Isnt she from Driving Miss Daisy?
Speaking of Driving Miss Daisy, I remember when you recorded that movie when VHS was still in style, and what was it again?? 2 or 3 years later I actually got to see it?
Jessica Fletcher?
Jessica Rabbit?
What the heck was her name...
Why don't I check my facts, before I put my foot in my mouth???
For the record, I recorded "Driving Miss Daisy" on Betamax.
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