This morning I thought about an Easter dinner, not so long ago, that I was invited to but where I felt I was not so welcome by one person. The second I walked in the door, they were already seated and waiting on us. I brought the drink and it went around the table. The one person whom I sensed didn't want me there said after tasting the drink that "The apple juice tastes bad."
"That's because, " I explained. "It is not apple juice."
I guess they did not read the label. Others also tasted the drink. "What is it then?" Someone else inquired.
"It is White grape juice."
The crowd approved with a sigh.
"With Peach." I concluded somewhat triumphantly.
The sigh became an interested grunt. (Like Tim Taylor). They took another sip.
Posted by Michael at June 23, 2008 06:31 AM