Potato

Me: "Gary, have you seen a raw potato around here? I put on the counter half an hour ago."

Gary (half-asleep in reclining chair): "Huh? Potato?"

Me: "I lost a potato somehow. I looked in the garage and the pantry. Let me try the laundry room." (Moments later) "Well, I got a new potato out of the potato bin in the laundry room. but I'm still down a potato."

Gary: "Potato?"

Me (Marches over to Gary, shoves laundry room potato under his nose.) "Yes. I lost a potato. It looks like this ... You know, maybe I didn't look in the back of the garage refrigerator." Puts  potato back in laundry room, goes to garage, searches garage refrigerator, comes back in.)

Me: "This is making me nuts. Where is that potato?"

Gary: "Did you look in all the drawers?"

Me: "You mean the vegetable crisper drawers? Yes. In the kitchen fridge and the garage fridge!"

Gary: "Did you search the junk drawer?"

Me: (Opens junk drawer. Sees potato.): (Wheezes with laughter.)

I wish I could say he had the original potato in there all the time, but it impresses me more that he heard me close the door to the garage, jumped out of the recliner, got a potato out of the laundry room, hid it in the junk drawer,  and appeared to go back to sleep.

(And no, I never found where the original potato was.)

(Now hiding a potato in his bed.)

Comments

[KC]

That is fabulous.

(but *where* is that original potato?!!)

[theQueen]

KC - we will never know.

[Lisa]

“IS POTATO” (said in the voice of vladimir Putin by way of Stephen Colbert).

[theQueen]

Lisa - YES. I cannot get the potato out of the oven without looking at it and intoning, "Is potato."