Friendly

I had an interesting experience at Publix yesterday. Jeremy and I were doing some fill-in grocery shopping for those things that we'd run out of early, or those few ingredients to make a dish. I made the mistake of laughing with a woman who was so happy that her half-fat sour cream was low-carb. Apparently, she took that as being friendly, but I was getting the exact same thing. And she started telling me about this "best recipe" that is "so easy", but then then she saw my DDD shirt, and then was off on sororities, since she was a Chi-O, and she asked where I had been a DDD. I said Rose-Hulman, she she had no idea what or where that is, but she was at UT, then I said I was from JC, then she was off on how her dad was in the military and they lived in Virginia [somewhere] and then dumped her in Bristol, VA, while her Dad was stationed in Germany, and she thought she would "just die in that god-forsaken place." I thought she was drunk, so I didn't breathe through my nose.

But then it was back off on her friend being a DDD from Auburn, then I commented that I know one of the advisors, then it was on to the recipe that is so easy. Jeremy walked up with the cheese about then. "Is this your husband? Or your boyfriend?"
"Yes."
"Oh, this is so easy even you [Jeremy] could do it!"

It wasn't so bad, but she was very close to me and doing the friendly arm-slap right where I'd gotten my tetanus shot that morning. (It was covered by my shirt sleeve.) My arm really does hurt now. People in Atlanta sure are friendly.

She used to do catering at (some place that's good, I forget the name), and "one night the head chef and I got drunk and made this up. Only 3 ingredients!"
Take a can of white albacore tuna ("or crab or shrimp, but I prefer the white tuna")
Ooopen it up, draaain it out
Put some lemon juice on it, and get you one of those italian spice things, and put some of that in there.
Then put together half sour cream and half the tuna, and fluff it up.