Not done with the sauce
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I heard a nifty phrase a few weeks ago. I was at a biotechnology networking conference at a hotel in Maryland, where a typical hotel banquet type lunch is served. We were seated at a round table and directly across from me was a good friend whom I hadn’t seen in awhile. We were all tired from the bad and boring speeches since early morning, and perhaps this is why my ears were attuned to a good turn of words. The salad came first and we were almost finished. My head was down buttering the roll. The waiter came by and took my salad plate, and was about to take his plate, too, then I heard him uttering a phrase that took me at once by surprise and delight: “Don’t take it. I’m not done with the sauce. Can we make it tomorrow?” He loved their salad dressing. Analysis: “I’m not done with the sauce.” Doesn’t it simply and effortlessly roll off your tongue? And doesn’t it have metaphysical meaning? I am laying on my deathbed, and I speak to God in my halting voice, “No, God. Don’t take me now. I’m not done with the sauce. Can we make it tomorrow?” “Can we make it tomorrow?” When my friend said this, he was actually talking to a different person whom I did not see because I had my head down, but he said it with such rhythmic continuity that I thought he was talking to the waiter the whole time, and it did not make sense to me, which made me look up. |
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9/17/2008 2:51 pm |
LOL. where is this hotel? i am dying to taste this sauce.
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9/17/2008 8:15 pm |
Ha! A very poignant moment.
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9/17/2008 8:28 pm |
tnt - hilton in rockville. fawn - it was sweet.
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