As I was passing appetizers tonight at the start of a small dinner party, a guest said something to me that I had never heard said to me before. I almost thought I misheard him at first it was so jarring. He took an appetizer, I think it was a corn fritter with chipolte aioli, and while he was raising it to his lips, he said, “Stay”.
Arf. Arf. Arf.
Yes, he definitely said stay. As in the command he would use to keep a dog from leaving his side. Then he put the tasty fritter in his mouth, and his hand, as if following some sort of muscle memory, moved back to the tray to take another one, then the muscles contracted, bending the arm at the elbow and pulling the hand back towards his face allowing the corn fritter, now flying through space at almost 40 miles an hour to be popped into his mouth. “Mmm”, he said.
Then he dismissed me.
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But I didn’t do that. I was actually greatly surprised and amused by his classicist and socially acceptable psychotic behavior. Stay! That says a lot. That was a super charged word.
Arf!
The guests were all rich, white and republican. But since the average age of the party was 96, they were well behaved. For the most part. Slow to get to the table, but well behaved.
Merry Christmas, Fido!