On May 15, 6:30*am, John Kuthe > wrote:
> On May 15, 12:23*am, Bobo Bonobo® > wrote:
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> > On May 14, 10:17*pm, "Bob Terwilliger" >
> > wrote:
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> > > Om wrote:
> > > > To me, Cherry Coke tastes like Dr. Pepper.
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> > > > I avoid soft drinks for the most part tho' except for the occasional
> > > > club soda.
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> > > > What have I tried that did not measure up?
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> > > > Tilapia.
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> > > I don't think I'd like tilapia-flavored soda very much either.
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> > Clamato is the gateway to "tilapia-flavored soda."
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> Anchovy danish!! Scott and I used to joke about making an anchovy
> danish roll while we were rolling up the danish rolls first thing in
> the AM (late night to the rest of you!) Third shift work breeds some
> very weird humor!

That reminds me of "Fish Story."

When we lived in Tampa, in the early 1990s, I had this awful job where
I worked 80 hours a week running an overnight cleaning crew doing
restaurants. My crew would show up, and I'd have the key and the
alarm code.. We'd do the floors and restrooms and be on our way to the
next place. This one restaurant was called Shell's. It was a seafood
joint. It was so disgusting that one of my guys had to run to the
restroom to vomit because of the stench of decomposed seafood. I
won't go into more detail right now.

Janitors who are working in the middle of the night are often in a
state of temporary derangement, especially if the task is gross. I
was back in the kitchen, vacuuming up scrubbing solution off the floor
when the manager showed up. Apparently, something about the alarm was
amiss. Maybe they'd changed to code w/o letting my boss know, I'm not
certain anymore. Anyway, when he arrived, I was singing at the top of
my operatic tenor voice, over and over again, the same little ditty.
I have a very loud voice, and enuciate very clearly. I'm sure that he
had to have heard the sequence several times on his way in. It was
sung to the tune of Love Story, and afterwars, telling this tale, I
referred to it as Fish Story:

Where do I begin
To tell the story of how gross a place can be?
Of rotting animals that once lived in the sea.
I wouldn't eat here even if the food was free.

This guy looked like a puppy who had been scolded for peeing on the
carpet. I had insulted his pride and joy. Before leaving, he offered
a free meal to everyone on my crew (I think there were 3 or 4 of us
there). Everyone told him that after being in their kitchen, there's
no way they'd eat there. After he left, they demanded that I call the
owner of the cleaning company and insist that they drop that account.
They threatened to quit otherwise. We only had to clean that place
one more night.

It's a fun story to tell newbies on backcountry camping trips. Like I
said, I have a very large voice, and I sing it very loud.
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> John Kuthe...

--Bryan