My mother-in-law, Evie, was cleaning out her refrigerator several years back and came upon an old jar of pickles. Personally, I think pickles last as long as nuclear waste, but Evie decided to flush them down the toilet, rationalizing that the pickle shape resembles the usual waste product. With timing that was just a little too coincidental, her condo neighbor ran out her door exclaiming that her toilet was spontaneously overflowing. Evie said something like, "Oh, I wonder how that happened," all the while thinking, 'Kosher Dills.'
The following Christmas my kids decided to give Gramma Evie some jars of pickles and used the following labels:
(One jar was filled with those miniature cocktail pickles)
"GRAMMA'S BEST FLUSHABLE PICKLES"
(Another jar held a humongous, fat, 10 inch long pickle from a deli)
"GRAMMA'S BEST GIANT DELI PICKLES---DO NOT FLUSH"
©12/2012 Jana B Patrick, janasrandomwriting.blogspot.com MERRY CHRISTMAS, EVIE!
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