Deb’s having a contest over on Just A Mom’s Take On Things that reminded me of the funniest story. The prize is a Roseda Beef summer cookout kit including 20 Steakburgers and buns, a Roseda spatula and a Meat 101. (I’d love to review this, it sounds yummy.) Since I’ll be posting this story over there I thought I’d share it with you as well.
Going back about a dozen years I invited all of my coworkers over for a cookout, many of whom my hubby RB had never met. I also invited my family over. RB would be arriving late because he was working that day. Since I didn’t want to wait for him to get the grill started, and because I have a fear of grills, I asked Jay, one of my male coworkers, to get the grill going. The grill was tricky to start, and it took Jay about a fifteen minutes to figure out the trick to getting it started. About fifteen minutes after he got it going RB got home. I was standing with Jay when RB came out back and asked me who’d gotten the grill going. I told him Jay had, after much trouble and effort. Before I could introduce Jay to my hubby, RB said well we both know Jay’s not known for his intelligence. I was mortified. Jay my coworker looked astonished and hurt and wasn’t saying anything. At that moment I realized hubby thought I was referring to my brother Jay, not a coworker. I quickly regrouped, grabbing and extending RB’s and Jay’s hands toward each other and introducing them. My husband turned bright red in embarrassment and apologized for making an ass of himself. Jay was a great sport and forgave him. The rest of the cookout went smoothly.