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| The Kids' Table |
This is THE Thanksgiving! Victor laughed as he placed two casseroles in
the back seat of his new hybrid Toyota Prius. His new pristine, low maintenance
Prius—Victor eagerly caressed the leather seats around the Jell-O™ salad and
hot vegetable dish. How I love the new-car smell!
After years of wishing that he could
finally sit at the Thanksgiving Adult Table never seemed feasible,
Victor squirmed excitedly as he started the engine. The Adult Table! And, I am only
25! Great-great Aunt Agnes had died in August, moving Victor up the roster from
the Children’s Table. At last!
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| Jell-O is Utah's official specified snack. |
He glanced back at the assigned dishes he was
bringing. Man, I was lucky with these!
Improvising, Victor had thrown together a lime Jell-O™, along with some
fresh kiwi and fresh pineapple (see note belowęśś). These
guys were on the verge of rotting…sure lucked out!
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The odoriferous steaming hot Brussel sprouts, swimming in Cheese Whiz™, wafted fragrantly through the car. Victor
opened the window, and in those few seconds, that precise moment, the beat-up
Honda ahead of Victor’s precious Prius braked suddenly.
Victor braked hard and swerved,
barely missing the damned Honda.
That one moment sent the gelatinous
Jell-O flying, covering the precious leather with green slime. Brussel sprouts bounced merrily around the
leather seats, leaving ball-sized Cheese Whiz dots there and on the ceiling.
What to do?? What to think?? Victor’s mind
spun in search of an answer.
What do you think he should or will do?
Note from Jell-O box: Do not use fresh or frozen pineapple, kiwi,
ginger-root, papaya, figs or guava.
Gelatin will NOT set.
Again Delores has lobbed some interesting words our way!
Every Wednesday, Delores chooses 6 random words, inviting writers to create a
poem, prose, short story from these words (seen above underlined). Visit her site by clicking on the lovely
Methodist Church in the right sidebar. Enjoy!
haha oh what a moment in traffic can do
ReplyDeleteIt can be a life-changer.
DeleteOh my goodness....I'd head home and clean it up...to heck with the adult table.
ReplyDeleteReally? I guess I would as well, but I would do my best to be there by the time pumpkin pie was served.
DeleteI'm thinking he better find a gas station stat and get to cleaning up those stains before they (well, before they stain). :)
ReplyDeleteOh absolutely. In fact he needs to head either to the Toyota place or to a car detailing place.
DeletePoor Victor. What a dilemma. Can he show up at the Adult's Table without any offerrings, can he live with the smell of the car after it has been festooned with such pungent food.
ReplyDeleteI would vote for the clean-up. Thanksgiving will come again and if he isn't quick the car will smell of this Thanksgiving for years to come. Mind you, I suspect many of the adults he is so anxious to join would have good cleaning tips...
Oh, I bet they would. But he does not need the embarrassment or advice. He must move quickly. He can always buy a salad and a vegetable dish at the store. Hurry, Victor!
DeleteOh dear! There goes that treasured new-car smell! He may manage to clean the stains, but the smell of cheese whiz may linger longer.
ReplyDeleteFunny how he had to wait until he was 25! Loved the kids' table photo, as well as the colorful recipes! What a horrible stroke of luck with the car in front of him! Now I might want to walk over to my aunt's house for Thanksgiving with my dishes intact! Wonderful story, Susan!
ReplyDeleteJulie
Sadly, this has happened to me in the car on more than one occasion :)
ReplyDeleteTry to sell the car. Even Febreze can't get rid of the smell of brussel sprouts.
ReplyDeleteScream. Cry. Probably swear. Then clean it up. Oh - how we can all relate to this! Funny - my post wit these words involved some leather seats as well ... ! I loved yours!
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