Mustard story

Discussion in 'The Pump House Saloon' started by Bruce FLinch, Apr 15, 2006.

  1. This is a true story. If you have children you will probably relate to
    This father.)

    As ham sandwiches go, it was perfection: a thick slab of ham on a fresh bun with crisp lettuce and plenty of expensive, light brown, gourmet mustard.
    The corners of my jaw aching in anticipation, I carried it to the table In our backyard, picked it up with both hands but was stopped by my Wife suddenly at my side.

    "Here, hold Johnny (our six-week-old son) while I get my sandwich," she said.

    I had him balanced between my left elbow and shoulder and was reaching again for the ham sandwich when I noticed a streak of mustard on my fingers.

    I love mustard. I had no napkin.

    I licked it off.

    It was not mustard.

    No man ever put a baby down faster.. It was the first and only time I Have sprinted with my tongue protruding. With a washcloth in each hand, I did the sort of routine shoeshine boys do; only I did it on my

    Later, after she stopped crying from laughing so hard, my wife said, "Now you know why they call that fancy mustard . . 'Poupon'."

  2. Marlin

    Marlin *TFF Admin Staff Chief Counselor*

    Oh, my Lord........:rolleyes: :eek:
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