It's about the Gravy!
Told ya I was gonna splain some of the reasons I find mz ribits sister to be annoying. That brings us to the story about the gravy but before I can tell ya that I have to tell you about the salt.
We went to a Mexican restaurant with the family of mz ribit and they brought out the obligatory chips and salsa. Mz ribits sister tasted one and then salted everyone's chips to her taste. There was about a dozen of us so she was busy making rounds with the salt shaker the whole time we were ordering. I think she even got a couple of tables where folks who were not with us were sitting. I was hoping a couple of 'federales' would come out of the kitchen and rassle her to the ground. Anyway, when everybody's dinner arrived she grabbed up her salt shaker and started making round to make sure everybody had enough salt on their food. I covered mine with my hat. She sais I was just being rude.
Now for the gravy story. Thanksgiving rolls around and we are over at mz ribits sisters house having dinner. Some folks like dressing on their gravy and some folks don't. I am in the don't like gravy on my dressing camp. I have seen the insides of a turkey cleaned out before the cooking and I know that a substantial part of the gravy is made from the turkey innards. There are also some parts in there that I don't know for sure what they are or where they came from. Somehow I wasn't surprised to see mz ribits sister with a bucket of gravy making her rounds for everybody's dressing. "None for me thank you!" I said to no avail. "You just don't know what's good!" she tells me and proceeds to slather gravy on my dressing, thus making it inedible. "I told ya I don't want any". "Have a litle more" she repolies. at puts another ladel on my dressing and my shirt. She even got dressing on my turkey and rolls and cranberry sauce. I sat there and stared at my plate with all thiese unknown turkey parts and finally just dumped it in the trash masher and went and watched football. I got accused of being rude again.
This behavior of hers is fairly typical and no matter what I tried she persisted. If she liked gravy on something you were going to get gravy regardless of your personal taste.
A couple of years went by and we were once again on the way over to mz ribits sisters house for thanksgiving dinner. Little did mz ribit know that I had smuggled a large bottle of tabasco sauce in my coat pocket. When mz ribits sister came around and put the gravy on my dressing I got up and walked around the table and covered hers up with tobasco sauce.
Would you believe it? I was still the one being rude.
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