(Note to self: Never eat anything bigger than your head.)
As an expression of my gratitude, I'm giving you a preview of a wonderful story from this morning's New York Times:
Dear Diary:
It was a rainy Saturday afternoon and I was cleaning the moisture off my glasses as the doors of the uptown No. 1 train opened at 23rd Street. A white-haired man barreled in, talking fairly loudly into a cellphone. I thought nothing of it for about two seconds until I realized we were underground, and he was talking into a cellphone. I took another look and saw that what he held to his ear wasn't a cellphone, but a banana.
He was telling the person on the other end of the banana that he was going to marry that person's daughter, bring her flowers and sing her love songs.
He hummed a note or two, hung up, dialed the banana and reached someone in Italy. I know this because he said: "Hello? Oh, Italy? Come stai?" I don't know what the two parties discussed after that because he continued speaking in what seemed to me to be Italian. When they were done, he redialed, reaching Germany ("Guten tag!") followed by Spain.
By the time he contacted Florida, every eye in the car was fixed on him and his banana, and most were filled with tears from laughing so hard.
As the man left the train at 66th Street, the young man standing to my left wiped his eyes.
"He had the stem of the banana in his ear," he said. "I always thought that was the part you talked into."
(submitted by Michelle Gillan)
FReegards...MUD
Last week, my husband and I deposited a check off a Wells Fargo bank into our account. The bank put a five day hold on it, and returned a check I had written because the Wells Fargo bank was in California.
This morning, seeing that the check was still on hold, I called my bank. The lady kept telling me about a five day hold, and I kept telling her it was Wells Fargo for pete's sake and it had been 6 days!
She put me on hold for a few minutes, came back on line and told me that they would release the check immediately and credit the returned check charge back to my account. I'm not a weepy person, but I began to cry. I tried to figure out why I was crying, and then it came to me...Someone had done the right thing for a change!!! It happens so little these days, it just caught me off guard.
Don't know why I'm sharing, but I liked your story and hope you like mine, you silly one, you. ; * )