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Step Away From The Cheese! March 1, 2011

Posted by nrhatch in Food & Drink, Humor, Mindfulness, People.
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We attended the annual meeting of our homeowner’s association last night.

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The social committee purchased cheese, crackers and wine to serve after the election of the board of directors.

In the middle of the meeting, a poker player from another neighborhood walked through our meeting, saw the goodies, took a piece of cheese, placed it on a cracker, ate it, and disappeared into the kitchen of the Activity Center.

Interesting.

Well, not really interesting, but more interesting than the meeting.

Mr. Poker Player returned moments later, stopped at the refreshment table, and started to load up a paper plate with cubes of cheese, and a dozen or so crackers.

The two hostesses stared at each other dumbfounded by his actions, uncertain how to proceed.  Seeing their trepidation, I kicked it into high gear, wandered over to the table and commenced my cross-examination.

“Excuse me, sir, are you a member of our association?”

Barely glancing my way, he continued to pile cheese and crackers onto his paper plate, “I’m playing poker in the other room.”

“So I see.  But are you a member of OUR association?”

“Well, I didn’t have any dinner.”

Examining him for signs of malnourishment and seeing none, I continued, “Okay.  But are you a member of OUR association?”

He stopped grabbing cheese and crackers and looked at me.

Using his pause as my cue, “This is our annual meeting and those are the refreshments provided for our association by the social committee.”

With that, he abandoned further attempts to pilfer our food, placed his plate on the table, looked me in the eye, and attempted to make ME feel guilty for questioning his alliance, “Oh, you’re good.  You’re very good.”

Then, putting his arm around my shoulders in a gesture of mock familiarity, he asked, “What’s your name?”

“My name?  What does my name have to do with the price of cheese?”

I escorted him back to his poker game and returned to my seat at the back of the room.

The hostesses smiled and both flashed me Two Thumbs Up!

I must confess . . . I missed the rest of the meeting lost in song:

You’ve got to know when to hold ’em.  Know when to fold ’em.  Know when to walk away.  Know when to run.  You never count your crackers while your standing at the table.  There’ll be time enough for counting when the meeting’s done.”

Quote:  A quiet mind, like the surface of a still pond, provides a more accurate reflection.

No rules.  Just write!

What about you?  Have you ever been in a situation where someone acting boorishly tried to make you out to be the bad guy?

What did you do?

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