It Is Well With My Bowl
She: “Please pass the salad dressing?”
He: “OK … Dang!”
She: “What dang?”
He: “Something else we can’t use because we have town water.”
She: “I like town water. Or do you really wish to go back to flushing the toilet with a bucket?”
He: “Not I. But it means we can’t use the salad dressing. Read.”
She: “‘Shake well.’”
He: “Exactly! We don’t have a well. And if you think I’m going to interrupt my dinner to track the Honolulu Water Department’s lines mauka five miles and up two thousand feet to shake their well, just so I can have a spot of sauce on my lettuce, you can think again.”
She: “I’m so glad I asked …”