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Barbie – Master of the Smoothie

The other day for lunch, Barbie decided that she was going to go the healthy route and make herself a smoothie to quell her appetite.  Being somewhat of a pro at these things (since she tends to make them at least once a week, it seems), Barbie went and grabbed all her ingredients and utensils required.  Out came the Magic Bullet, the frozen yoghurt and the frozen berries and fruits.

Barbie loaded the fruits and berries into the Magic Bullet, added some yoghurt and prepped the Bullet to be the creator of smoothies.  However, before starting on this divine creation for her lunch, Barbie began to clean up…sort of.

Barbie proceeded to zip up the bag of frozen berries and took them to the freezer.  As she put the bag into the freezer a minor continental shift occurred with the Earth’s tectonic plates – or so Barbie would like me to believe.  The bag, by some form of miracle, shifted when being placed in the freezer setting off a chain reaction.  Following the shift Barbie witnessed the frozen yoghurt being knocked out of the freezer as if being part of some weird nutritious game of King of the Hill.  This was not the end of the chain reaction, unfortunately.  Next came the bag of fruit and I do mean the same bag that started this reaction.  The bag managed tipped over and emptied all over the kitchen floor.

Barbie stood there and stared at the menagerie of fruit scattered over the kitchen floor.  It took a minute, possibly two, of staring dumb-founded at what had just occurred in front of her very eyes.  Once reality kicked back in and Barbie accepted what happened, she decided, “I better clean this up”.

So Barbie went to get her broom and dustpan with the hopes of cleaning up.  Well, even the best laid plans suffer a hiccup sometimes, and in this case, that hiccup was that the fruit had begun thawing.  As Barbie was sweeping up her spill, she began to notice that the raspberries, blueberries and mangos were leaving colourful streaking across the kitchen floor.

Barbie opened up the freezer door again and noticed some unsuccessful escapees were scattered amongst the shelving of the freezer.  Picking out the stray bits from the shelving Barbie managed to get her freezer cleaned up and resettled the formation of the products inside.  However, this was not the end of the cleaning.  Poor Barbie had to wash the broom and dustpan out to remove the residue left by the varying fruits so she took them outside and sprayed them down with a hose.  Then came the kitchen floor clean up, which at this point was looking almost like a scene from Dexter or CSI.  After washing the floor, Barbie then noticed that pieces of raspberry had made their way on the carpet in the living room and she then proceeded to scrub the carpet as well to prevent staining.

Finally, after all was said and done, Barbie was able to make her smoothie although I’m sure it tasted a little bitter after the experience.

  

Bay Street Banker Ken and Busboy Ken…combined might make a triple digit IQ

The first story I heard today on the GO train as Barbie and I were traveling into work.  So sitting in the four seats ahead of us were four guys who work in the Bay Street area of Toronto.  One of them told this story of what happened to him on Friday after work:

Banker #1 “So you guys should hear what happened to me this weekend”

Banker #2 “Why what happened?”

Banker #1 “Well, we start pulling into Georgetown and I realize I can’t find my car.  I’m looking everywhere and then I realize I drove into work that morning”

Banker #3 “No.  How much did that cost you?”

Banker #1 “It cost a lot.  First I had to cab it home and get my kid ready for his hockey.  Then we had to cab it to the arena and home.  When my wife came back later that night I had to get her to drive me downtown to get the car.  And of course I had exceeded the time limits for early bird parking and had to pay regular rates which were huge.  Man, I’m never going to do that again”

At this point the four men laughed and got off the train but I have the sneaking suspicion that it’s not the first time he’s done this and that his three friends have probably done it at least once as well.

 

Story number two comes from my sister who works in a restaurant in Kitchener.  She sent me the following email.

Our busboy goes into the fridge (not big 10′ x 4′ at most) looks around and then says to me when I opened the door

“Where’s the ice?”.

I had to shake my head and then pointed to the stand up freezer that is right beside the walk-in fridge.
He’s a 5th year in highschool…..scary if he is our future.

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