posted on May, 23 2011 @ 06:12 PM
Yesterday I had been working putting together my generator so my hands were dirty with oil and grease, the grime of a mechanic. My wife had come out
to the garage to see how I had been doing and I told her I was ready to come in. As we walked back to the garage door I asked her, "Would you get
some of that orange cream?" I was also going to get her to open the door so I didn't smear it with dirt.
She said "Sure" and walked over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of Orange Creme Soda (Thomas Kemper brand) and brought it to me. I was thinking
of the orange-smelling gritty cream we keep under the sink in the kitchen that tackles tough dirt jobs like this. You rub it on and the grit attacks
the grease, then you wipe it off before washing your hands with detergent.
So we're both staring at each other and I'm thinking WTF is she doing with the bottle of pop and she's thinking WTF is he staring at me like that
for? And she says, "Do you want some detergent for your hands?" and I say, "No, I want some of that orange gritty cream stuff we keep under the
sink." And it dawns on both of us about the same time what happened.
And "soda pop"? That's cheating!