Yesterday, I was working with one of the above referenced Latinos when the Office Coordinator came up to my co-worker and asked him if he’d be willing to bring in a Mexican dish for today. I had to stop myself from feigning insult and exclaiming, “Well, my family is originally from Slovenia. Do you not want me to bring in a nice horse casserole?”
You might have thought I was lying...but no. Beth would be sad about this but I wouldn't be opposed to giving the burger a go.
Sadly, I have learned early on that most people in this office do not get my humor and decided to just keep the joke to myself.
OMG - I've been to Slovenia (Ljubljana and Bled and thereabouts) and I ate horse!! I also went hydrospeeding that day, met the British diplomats and spent the night in a prison cell. None of those things are related, by the way!
ReplyDeleteI heart Slovenia! You should have definitely shown up with a plate o' pony!!
That sounds like a blog post to me!
ReplyDeleteSlovenia is on my list of places I have to go to while we are living in Europe. Bring on Flicka!
Oh God - the long version isn't nearly as exciting as the short one. But it does involve tantrums resulting in storming off to another country (Austria, if that makes a difference) and diamonds...
ReplyDeleteNow I'm even more curious! Who doesn't love a good unreasonable tantrum story?
ReplyDeleteI may well have to post it now (well, not right now). And who said it was unreasonable? This was a storm that had brewed since Croatia and made its way across the border...
ReplyDeleteI may eat the heck out of cow, but yes, I would be sad to eat horse.
ReplyDeleteBH