We were having Thanksgiving dinner at my parents’ Jimmie Johnson I’m far from done JA shirt, and I think I was maybe about 9 or 10 years old. My mother had prepared the turkey by coating the outside of it with butter, then sprinkling it with salt and pepper. It wasn’t quite thawed out yet, so she left it on the counter while we went to the store to pick up a few things. What we found out, maybe about a year later, was that our border collie, Bouncer, had gotten the turkey, pan and all, off the counter and onto the floor. He then proceeded to lick all the butter and salt off of the surface of the turkey. He also dragged the turkey out to the living room carpet and gnawed on one end of the drumstick. My mother walked in to the house to find the completely clean, naked turkey parked on the living room rug with the end of the drumstick missing.
She picked up the turkey, took it into the kitchen, and washed it off. She then buttered and re-seasoned it, and it went into the oven. We had a delicious turkey dinner, completely oblivious to the shenanigans of Bouncer. We didn’t even miss the fact that the end of the drumstick was gone. And yes, Bouncer got some turkey, too! I was at a national sales meeting for my multinational company. I was new, so I really didn’t know many of the other people there. I struck up conversations with various people there, and was getting to know several of them a little. Then I began a conversation with another guy. We said a few things to each other, and then I responded to something he said with about three or four sentences and he looked at me and said, “You’ve obviously mistaken me for someone who gives a shit. I was speechless for a few seconds when he started laughing. He apologized, but said he just wanted to see my reaction. He turned out to be a very good guy, and we became friends after that.