Every morning I have a bowl of oatmeal with cut up fruit. Many times I use the frozen fruit because it’s just easier. When Dale came home from his trip from California he was bearing lots of fresh fruit from a roadside stand (yummy). You can’t beat fresh fruit, which unfortunately does not exist in dry old Southern Nevada.
He had about three buckets of blackberries a large tray of strawberries and some bing cherries. I told him we had to eat the blackberries quickly because they don’t last more than a couple days. Dale leaves for work a couple of hours before me each morning. So this morning I was making my oatmeal like I always do and noticed a note on the counter from Dale that said, “please finish up the blackberries”. So I proceeded to dump the last tray in my oatmeal. It was delicious…
Now fast-forward about 8 hours. I’m driving home from work and talking to Dale on my cell phone (its legal in Vegas). He says, “Where are the rest of the blackberries”. I’m a little confused and say, “What are you talking about, I finished them like you told me to this morning”. He now is kind of screaming, “the note said, please DO NOT finish the blackberries”.
I must have really wanted those blackberries really bad, don’t you think? Of course I threw the note away in the trash and the garbage man took it away (how convenient). We might never know who was right, but I sure enjoyed my oatmeal this morning.