Me, the Party Animal

While living in Houston I had a friend named Curt. He was a professor of Astrophysics at Rice University and a trained astronaut.
They had a very nice house near the university and were planning a little Sunday afternoon get together for some of their academic friends, Nasa type people, and me.
Curt’s wife had asked me to “Bring something.” 
I went to McDonalds and bought two dozen of the cheapest
hamburgers they had.
When I got to the party, I pushed the
 lobster dip, guacamole, and fondue away from the center of the table, and I built a little pyramid of twenty-four cheap burgers.
Ten minutes later, all of the hamburgers had been eaten,
except for one, which had a bite taken out of it and was lying on the garage roof.

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