[Madame Dufarge]

When my grandmother was in her 80's and living in a nursing home, she asked me to smuggle some salt to her.

As she said, "I'm dying anyway and I can't stand chicken soup without salt."

I still laugh at the image of my hiding the contraband in her night stand, while we congratulated each other on beating "the man."

[RedMDer]

Good one. Thanks! :)

[elcid1970]

Your grandmother must have been a lovely lady.

I had three heart episodes which put me in the krankenhaus. First time, the no-salt diet drove me nuts. Second and third time I was ready with McD salt packets in my dopp kit. Relief! When I went in for open-heart surgery this year, after seven hours of surgery, NO diet restrictions and they even brought me a beer with supper, go figure!

BTW they `tortured’ newly captured Saddam Hussein by giving him bland food with no salt or condiments. After three weeks, when somebody waved a bag of Doritos at him, Saddam cried out, “I talk! I talk! The nukes are over there, the chemicals are over here! Please, the Doritos!!”

Salt’s well spoken of in the Bible, for goodness’ sake.

[trisham]

LOL! Wonderful story! :)

[redgolum]

I smuggled in Brandy to my great aunt for a while. She had a shot every morning for ninety years!