Last week in the supermarket I completely lost all sense. At the checkout, just after I’d unloaded an ’emergency picnic’ I suddenly realised I’d forgotten something.
The checkout operator looked at me like I was slightly unstable as I repeatedly described “a small wooden stick that you stick in olives to eat the … or a pointy stick, made of wood about ‘this’ big”.
Exasperated, the poor woman I was talking to kept shouting “A FORK, you mean A FORK” to which I kept shouting “No, not a fork, it doesn’t have many prongs .. just one POINTY end” … like that helped the situation.
More frustrated and making the movement you would make to put a wooden stick in an olive, I said “No a small stick, pointy at each end, but not a toothpick either!”
A manager who obviously thought I was on day release, and concerned about my wild gesticulating in the face of her colleague shouted “COCKtail stick, you are looking for a COCKtail stick” and led me off to the party aisle.
Believe me, as I relive this moment and recount it for you lot to laugh at my expense I am wondering whether I may need an MRI scan or just a frontal lobotomy.What a tit.
I left the supermarket repeating the words ‘cocktail stick’ under my breath. When I got in the car my children looked at me, with consternation, as I described my worrying memory loss to The Husband who pointed out that maybe I should have mentioned small sausages or even pineapple instead of olives.
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Glad you got there in the end! You’re doing better than my mother, though. She always got my name and my brother’s name muddled up when we were kids.
You mean, like a “SKEWER”?
Don’t worry, I will sit there stammering for a word for 30 seconds, before saying “bin” when I mean “bucket” or something like that.
Actually. WORRY! 🙂