Hold the mayo

Sorry, no new pics, so you get an old one instead, of the Fishermen's Memorial in Gloucester. I woulda had some new ones, except for the brain problems lately. One day I got up really early and went out to get some fall photos...and forgot to put a diskette in the camera. And twice I rushed out the door to do something and just plain forgot the camera. Oops.

Now for today's Little Rock Story: For some reason, Arkansans just lo-o-o-ve mayonnaise. It ends up on everything. If you don't want mayo on something, you better say so, just in case. I've gotten mayo on a grilled cheese sandwich. Blech! Who would've thought you'd have to go to a lunch counter and say, "I'd like a grilled cheese, hold the mayo?" I think maybe it's in the apple pie, too, but I can't be certain.

I dont even LIKE mayo. And don't get me started on Miracle Whip--that's just a bad joke made worse.

I once ordered a BLT from Coupe De Grille, a greasy spoon that was located down the street form where I work. Now, I realize that BLTs have mayo. But anything that regularly comes with mayo in the normal world comes with EXTRA mayo in the Little Rock world. Knowing this, I thought I had better just go ahead and order it with NO MAYO. I called the order in, and said, very clearly, "NO MAYO."

I went to the diner, picked up my sandwich, came back to work, opened it up, and it was dripping with gobs and gobs of mayo. I looked at the ticket that was stapled to the bag, and on it was handwritten, "No mayo."

All I can think is, the short order cook saw the ticket, and his mind couldn't fathom that a person might actually want a BLT with no mayo, so he assumed the ticked instead read "Mo' mayo" and he just slathered it on good and thick.

Thankfully, I was able to wipe most of it off with napkins.