Diane sent me off to Roche Bros. with a shopping list for our vacation on Narraganset Bay (Thanks  to Mark and Ginger who rented a house big enough to accommodate all of us : Adam, Tricia, Dan and Linda too.) I couldn’t read the second item to the right of low sodium (sorry, it now has a line through it), so I turned to the woman next to me and asked,
“Can you help me?”
 “Of course,” she answered and quite warmly, I must say.Â
 “What does this say?” and I pointed to what looked to me like “unclean butz.”
 “Chicken broth,” she said without hesitation,  “And it’s in the second to the last aisle with the canned soups.”
 
Jennifer
This makes me think about the unclean butz I cleaned and applied a fresh diaper to last week. The way the Quaker gathering I go to most years is organized, I am often a “coordinator” for the children’s program. Being a coordinator for some of the age groups can be much harder than being simply on staff, but for babies it generally means you have LESS contact because there’s one staffer assigned to each baby. But this year there wasn’t enough staff to handle it that way and I actually had to work, occasionally. I was worried I’d forgotten how to change diapers, but it turns out it’s not something one forgets.
Chris
Yes, chicken broth, clear as day.
rakkity
Chicken yawn?
Jen
Is it any wonder men and women don’t communicate better? We can’t read each other. Writings or otherwise.
michael
Jennifer wrote a very funny side note to Diane asking among other things, “Why didn’t he read the list before he left?” The unwritten part of this story is I had and at that time I knew what it said, but under the extreme pressure of standing in the grocery store aisle with professional shoppers streaming by, I couldn’t retrieve it.