We seem to be in a super busy stretch (known as September) so our meals have not been as orchestrated as sometimes. I’ve been asking Ben for cooking ideas and asking him to step in on any meal to do simple tasks. This week I asked him to shuck two ears of corn outside, but he came back inside within seconds and said he couldn’t do it, “You know, because of the “S” word.” As a fifth grade teacher, I have an endless supply of “S” words, but my main concern was the scalawag who taught Ben an “S” word! I plunged in. “What do you mean?” I asked. “Those squirrels!” He answered emphatically. “They are stinkers! Cracking their nuts all over the place. Big mess. No good.”
The good news is that squirrel is the “S” word. The bad news? Ben feels that black walnut shells on the patio are reason enough for a work stoppage. Striking for better working conditions, I guess. But come on, two ears of corn? After some negotiating, the job got done inside, with corns silk and husks everywhere. Clean up was not in his contract, so we all know how that went.
What “S” word makes you want to strike?