As I’m heading off to the studio, Rosemary hands me a lunch bag she’s prepared, as she so thoughtfully does every morning.
Me: “Thanks sweetie. And thanks for yesterday’s too.”
Her: “Of course! How was it?”
Me: “Good!….but could you do me a favor?”
Her: “Sure. What’s up?”
Me: “Well, when you make a salad, could you just put the dressing on the side? If you put it on there for me, by the time I eat it the lettuce is kinda soggy and the whole thing’s, ya know… f*cked.”
Me: “Thank you.”
Her, pointing to the bag in my hand: “But today you’re getting f*cked salad.”