Big Ugly Man Doll

This year continues my streak of great Cincos de Mayo.  Last year’s included a party, a pig, a keg – and then we broke out the Tequila.  This year’s was much more sedate, not to mention sober, but nonetheless a great Cinco de Mayo.

The day began in an office, where I was managed.  Then I drove to a second office, where I did some managing.  Next, I drove to still a third office, where there was mutual managing.  (And yes, we still manage to respect each other in the morning.)  Then I came home to wonderful dinner.  

At the second office, however, I was discussing business with a colleague when I noticed that there was a bowl on her shelf.  I noticed this not so much for the small clear glass bowl itself as for the sheer bewildering number of fresh green limes that it held.  In fact, in your standard factory-grade office with typical boring decor, any number of decorative fresh limes above zero is likely to cause comment.  Said colleague claimed feng shui, though the comments may have been the real reason.

But not my comments.  Oh, no.

If you are like me – and I am not for one minute suggesting that you are – you may have, rattling around in that steel trap of your brain, some highly esoteric humorlined up, just waiting for the right moment.   It’s not every day you get to pull these out, in context; in fact, it’s not even every decade.

BUMD:  “Oh, so those limes are in there keeping the moisture away from the inside of the glass bowl?”
Innocent Colleague:  “Um, huh?”
BUMD, removing one of the limes and holding it up:  “Ah yes, you see:  These are the limes that dry men’s bowls.“

Yep.  Not every day you get to whip that one out and wave it around.  To give you an idea how excited I was to get to pull out something that crusty, note the attribution:  

To Wolfman Jack, thanks for the tunes and crazy one-liners!  Rest in peace.

And to all, a wonderful Cinco de Mayo to youo!

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