Sunday, March 13, 2011

Taking home the bacon

My dad's got the habit of picking up a 5lb bag of bacon from the butcher's every Friday, whether they need it or not. Because it's a bargain. Weekends are spent farming rashers out to the rest of the family. He called on my brother...


"Do you want any bacon?"

"Yes please."

"How much do you want?"

"How many can I have?"

"How many do you want?"

"Can I have twenty-seven?"

"Can I talk to somebody sensible?"

The brother turned and shouted to the small girl niece.

"Come out here, your grand-dad wants to talk to you."

8 comments:

moreidlethoughts said...

I needed a chuckle this morning...

savannah said...

ok, that has to be the funniest thing i've read today! thank you, sugarpie! xoxoxoox

nursemyra said...

May I have 13 and a half?

Scarlet Blue said...

May I have enough for three sandwiches... and can somebody please make them for me.
Sx

Nota Bene said...

I don't think 27 is metric, he'd have been ok if he'd asked for a metre

Gadjo Dilo said...

Ah, that's what families are for!

Pat said...

I know someone who can't resist three for two, and it's usually stuff best avoided so to save money one is eating 1/3 more of an unhealthy food. Drives me dotty!

Lulu LaBonne said...

If your Dad's delivering to Scarlet an he come with a few for me too please?