My four-year-old son and I had gone to the city to do a bit of shopping and had stopped at a cafe to eat our lunch. We sat there listening to the juke box play that jitter-bug song, "Mr. Five by Five," when the waitress came to get our order. She was short and very fat. We gave our order, and as she started to walk away, my son said in a loud voice, "Mother was that Mrs. Five by Five?"
At that moment my name was
MRS. ONE BY ONE. -- Capper's Weekly
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