Forgotten Cincy story...

[smithma7 at gmail.com (Mike Smith)]

A few of you heard this at Cincy, but not many (I think :)...

On the way there, when the MD crew stopped for lunch and gas at the A&W, I
realized I needed condiments.  I had brought a wee grill and some hot dogs
but had completely forgotten the ketchup and mustard.  (I can deal without
the catsup, no problem, but I needs my moose-tard!)  I grabbed my empty
paper sack (came with the free lunch) and went to the condiment area.  To
the left of this area (actually two garbage cans with bins on top for the
condiments) was a table with two women and a girl that looked about ten or
so.  Her back was to me as I walked up.  I opened the bag, reached out and
grabbed a handful of ketchup and dropped it in.  As I reached for some
mustard, I noticed the girl had turned around and was looking at me.  The
second time I reached for catsup, I looked at her and said "I like
condiments" and smiled.  I must state here that I said it in a completely
normal tine and not at all like a sicko.  Then I reached AGAIN for the
moose-turd.  I grabbed as many as I could hold in my hand.  At least 20.  As
I went to put them in the bag I looked at her again and said "Especially
mustard."  The whole thing sounded slightly off and I loved her reaction:
sort of half a smile and a quizzical look as if thinking "Is he for real, is
he pulling my leg, or what?"

It was hilarious.  I turned and walked away, went back to the group (about
12 feet away) and started laughing.

Night, list!

Oh yeah, no post-Cincy dreams this year.  But then again, I haven't dreamed
in a while now that I think about it.  Or at least don't remember
dreaming.....

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Lucid into dreaming...
Mike
'86 red 16v (der Jahrtausendfeierfalke)
"The world is my oyster soup kitchen floor wax museum." - King Crimson