"Parents! Are your children engaging in spice abuse?? Do they sweat? Is there a burn ring around their mouths? Do you catch them coming home from Mexican and Indian Grocery store claiming to have been buying candy?? Seek help while you can!"
(Remembered from some humor book on Scandinavian-American culture.)
I was married to a Swede for more years than I care to remember. Bland is an UNDERSTATEMENT though he managed to be a Grade A Jerk, anyway. ;)
Now I’m with a Norwegian; definitely an upgrade...and I STILL get to keep the Hot Sauce all to myself. :)
Did I ever tell you about the ‘Norwegian Bachelor Brothers’ that were regular customers of mine at Jung’s? They were shopping one day and I was helping them select seeds for their garden and one said, “You look like a hard-workin’ Gal who knows her stuff. We’ve been looking for a WIFE since Ma died...”
OMG! I told them I was FLATTERED (Always Be Closing the sale!), but I was already engaged to another and flashed my ring. They were BOTH deeply saddened, LOL!
(That episode of REAL LIFE still gives me flashbacks to a super-creepy ‘X-Files’ episode! *SHUDDER*!!)