Sunday, April 4, 2010

Eating spaghetti naked in public

A few days ago, I was having dinner with Mom and Dad at one of the local restaurants. While we were waiting for our meal to arrive, Mom leaned over and said "Look! That kid's eating his spaghetti naked!"
Startled, I looked over... and then realized what she meant.

The kid was eating his spaghetti with no sauce on it.
It was the spaghetti that was naked, not the kid.

Rest assured I felt kinda sleazy for looking over there so quickly.

I realize sometimes kids don't like radical combinations of flavors, but why on earth would anybody prefer plain boring spaghetti all by itself with no sauce whatsoever? Is that such a radical combination?

The moral of the story is: Never eat spaghetti naked.
Especially in public.


Monkey Man said...

At least then you don't have to worry about the dry cleaning bill...just shower.

Alan W. Davidson said...

I also practice the philosphy of staying clothed while eating all manners of pasta (at least while in public). That way the other patrons won't be put off their meals.

MikeWJ at Too Many Mornings said...

My niece hates spaghetti sauce. So, when I make spaghetti, I make her some noodles with butter and parmesan cheese, which she enjoys very much. I guess you'd call that partially clothed spaghetti. Sadly, I have to admit that the words "partially clothed" would still get me to look up just as quickly as "naked." There's something about sex that just grabs the mind and won't let go, I guess.

Janna said...

MikeWJ: Oooh, that sounds good. The butter and parmesan pasta, I mean. :)

Janna said...

MonkeyMan: Good idea!

Alan: I follow that same line of philosophy too. :)

MikeWJ at Too Many Mornings said...

Hmmm. Uh, Janna, I'm not sure who Alan is, but perhaps you ought to check your medication again, dear. Remember, not everybody you see or hear is actually commenting on your blog. Some of those people are your imaginary followers, the ones who think you're totally awesome, which you are, of course.

Janna said...

MikeWJ: What? He's not imaginary... he's right there! See? There was MonkeyMan, Alan W. Davidson, and MikeWJ.... Wait... how do I know YOU'RE not the imaginary one?

Marilyn said...

I see Alan too? Mike is just trying to confuse us.

Janna said...

Marilyn: But do you see Mike? I'm still trying to figure out if he's the imaginary one. You might be able to pick up the vibes better than I can; I think he lives in Colorado. For all I know, you two walk past each other every day and never know it.