On Nov 19, 1:49*pm, Sheldon > wrote:
> Lynn from Fargo *wrote:
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> > What's the worst thing you've ever been served at a friend's house?
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> Not enough.
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> I'm not all that fussy but at least make enough that the peas don't
> need to be counted. *I'll never forget being asked to a meat ball and
> pasta dinner at a neighbor's house and everyone was served a salad
> dish with a bit of ziti, very little sauce, and one small meat ball...
> this was the main course. *Eventually everyone was asked if they'd
> like seconds, the host walked around the table placing a half meat
> ball into the plates, I refused. *Needless to say I never returned.

That's funny.

We had a neighbor family of very odd folk - mom, dad, one son, grade-
school-age.

They invited us (me and my two sons) over for "coffee and
conversation" during the Christmas holidays one year, and that's what
we got. Coffee and conversation. It was very strange. No drink for
the boys; no cookies or anything else. It turned out there was very
little conversation.

Not learning from that, the following summer, I accepted an offer for
some fresh peas from their garden "for [our] dinner." It was - I kid
you not - 1/2 of a teacup full (for 3 people). Teacup, not coffee
mug. That pretty much was the end of any socializing. But I remember
them every year when the wild raspberries they cultivated along the
fence creeps underneath into my yard, and I have to kill them off.

N.