Here's a little vignette from Casinopalooza. Well. It's a vignette. Which is by definition "little," I think. Just a snippet of part of our lunch time conversation.
Sis said that she and the ex-mayor always stop to eat at Lee's Chicken in the #1 Son's college town. We've never been there, but Mrs. HM is no stranger to fried chicken. So it was good enough for her. The side dishes were served in little foam bowls with plastic lids. I got SLAW, of course, and hot apples. Sis had the mashed potatoes and gravy, and hot apples. She said she wanted the baked beans, but she wanted meat in them and they didn't have that kind.
"Last time we ate here, a lady and her husband were sitting at that table right there. When they were leaving, she tapped me on the shoulder and said, 'Would you like to have my beans? They're too spicy for me.' I looked at Ex-Mayor, and he looked at me, and we said, 'No thank you. We're good.' Now the thing is, was that lady offering us her beans AFTER she'd already eaten them? How did she know they were too spicy? The lid was on the bowl. But she could have put it back on after eating some. Or maybe her husband got the beans, and she tried a bite of his. Would YOU have taken that lady's beans?"
No. I most certainly would not. But if she offered me slaw...