Several days ago, I opened a
new bottle of ketchup. You have to be determined to get that condiment
out of that container. I do not know how they do it. They pack that
substance in there so tight that it is a challenge to get it out. Frustration sets in! Then, when the ketchup finally breaks free, it goes all
over the place, smothering the hamburger, fries, pickles, plate and your
clothing. What a mess!
A frustrated mother told me
this story. It was 6 p.m., time for her and her three children to
eat. The menu included hamburgers, baked beans, potato chips and
coleslaw. The children were seated at the counter ready to go. The
mother was trying to coax the ketchup out of its bottle. Success was
avoiding her. Her cell phone rang. She asked her daughter to answer
it and tell them, “I’ll call them back later.”
The child picked up the cell
phone and said, “My mother can’t talk to you now, she’s hitting the bottle.”
Blessings!
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