On top of spaghetti all covered with cheese
I lost my poor meatball when somebody sneezed. It rolled off the table, and onto the floor…
That was the song I began to sing last week after visiting a New York City restaurant. It all started as I getting ready to head out with a few colleagues from the reading institute at Teachers College. I changed into my cool and breezy white blouse which I thought would be perfect top to wear on a hot and humid New York City evening. We ventured out early and explored a few new places and some great laughs over a glass of wine. No laugh would compare to the one that would follow at the little Italian restaurant.
I ordered a meatball sandwich and waited with a growling stomach for my dinner to arrive. Since we were all new friends we shared little bits and pieces of our lives while our orders were prepared. Finally our meals arrived. I picked up my sandwich and bit into a heavenly tasting meatball. I placed my sandwich back down on my plate and savored that first taste. As I was about to pick up my sandwich for another delicious nibble I looked down at my plate and noticed that my sandwich looked rather flat. I thought…
Why is my sandwich missing a meatball? I swore there were two meatballs when my meal had arrived and now there was only one. Where could it be?
I quietly search the table but didn’t see any rogue meatballs around. I checked my lap, still no meatball. Then I noticed that my pocketbook was open and hanging off to the side of my hip. I peeked in thinking it couldn’t possibly be in there. Much to my surprise, there sat my meatball! Sitting right on top of my wallet, looking like it belonged there! It must have bounced off the table and into my open purse. I let out a very loud laugh. My colleagues looked at me in curiosity. What’s so funny? They asked. Oh nothing, I giggled, a meatball just rolled into my purse.
After much laughter, I looked down to the front of my shirt to see the tell-tale signs of the trail of sauce down the front of my new white blouse and then into my purse.
Now I have a new verse to sing…
On top of my sandwich all covered with cheese, I lost my poor meatball when somebody laughed. It rolled off the table, and down the white shirt, it didn’t stop there though, ’til it found a purse!
It’s Tuesday and I’m joining the writing community over at Two Writing Teachers for a little Slice of Life writing. Won’t you join in?