Thursday, February 16, 2006
Tori-NO!
One of those too ghastly moments when one wishes the aisles would open and just swallow one, fits of giggles and all ....
1515hrs, Wednesday, Safeway: Unchained the gang from their stalwart scrubbing and sweeping for a rewarding junkie comfort food binge.
Down to Safeway where we made straight for the Ben & Jerry.
Impossible to miss her, costly tan, bouncy gait, immaculately clad in natty Olympic leisure gear, red and blue piping topped off with matching bonnet, every second thread proclaiming "Torino".
A leetle fleshy round the jowels but in good nick "for her age", as the horrid children waspishly allowed.
Our downfall was having had a good giggle over NBC's pretentious use of 'Torino', made worse by a witty comment on that morning's NPR on the same subject.
As we queued to pay, les jeunes checked the aisles for her whereabouts before launching into loud and vulgar joshing:
Shrouda?
"Shrouda di Torino!"
More hoots of unseemly laughter, horrid creatures, all the while looking out for our Targé-clad athlète d'un certain age.
A nudge and a nod to look derrière - ulp, blush.
There behind us in Bonnie's queue was the butt of our childish hilarity.
