Pandora's Box

C and I ran into sister-out-law M and A at the Grind this morning. The Grind is a coffee shop just a few doors down from the apartment building that we all live in together. We convinced sister-out-law M and A to pull up a few more chairs and join us for breakfast. I thought it was quite sweet that A ran back to the apartment to get vegan cream cheese for sister-out-law M's bagel.

Of course, we had our respective dogs with us as well. C-dog and M-dog behaved relatively well for a sit-down breakfast.

When we all got up to leave, C and A began to clear the table. I saw a half-eaten cheesestick laying on the table amidst the trash and grabbed it up before it got lost in the shuffle.

I should explain - our dogs adore cheese sticks. Although both dogs are spoiled with a wide variety of treats, cheese sticks are a staple in the mix.

Sister-out-law M: Oh, what did I do with my cheesestick?

Suddenly three cheese sticks appeared - the half eaten one from my pocket, an unopened stick from A's pocket, and a fresh one from sister-out-law M's pocket.

Sister-out-law M: Oh, here it is.

A (laughing): Now how often could you expect to have three people pull cheesesticks out of their pocket when you absent-mindedly misplace your snack?