Mr WD came in and went right for the cheese. I grabbed his arm and said, "Listen to me. It's just like Atlanta." He stopped and dropped the cheese and said, "The refrigerator was unplugged." Nope he won't eat it, so I threw it away. LOL.
"Atlanta" is code.
Many moons ago, his step-brother, wife, MR WD and I went to Atlanta for a trade show. The place was packed. We got these personal pizzas for lunch, but there was no place to sit. So, we found a spot on the floor. As I was eating, a couple of my sausages rolled off of my pizza and onto the floor. I picked them up and put them in the lid of my box, and then proceeded to take a big bite of pizza. He turned around, eyeballed the sausage, snatched them up. I put my arm out to stop him and made some muffled noise (mouth was full). He popped them in his mouth thinking I was saving them or something. He was laughing, thought he was cute. After I got my pizza choked down, I informed him that they were on the floor where all of these thousands of people have been tromping all weekend. Step brother, wife and I were the ones laughing then.
