Anyone for ice-cream?
This one is from the book of mrs sarcasmo, not me I'm afraid. Her mum revealed that she was a terror when a child.

The event occured in the 80's when your local shop was the centre of any small village. Anyways.. On the day in question, her parents were out in the garden chatting to the neighbours, meanwhile little mrs sarcasmo was indoors raiding freezer for some ice-cream. Yum!

But rather than take a sneaky bite, she decided it needed some more flavour. So she went into the presses and took out the salt and proceeded to a perfect layer on top of the icecream. Then put it back into the freezer and went on her merry way.
later on her folks invited the neighbours in for a cuppa and it was deemed time for some ice-cream. Yumyum.
You can imagine the tone in the room changed once the saltyness kicked in. mrs sarcasmo's mother was furious and upped and made a beeline for the local shop, where she proceeded to let rip into the shopkeeper! Poor chap didn't know what hit him! (They should have sent her into into iraq to sort things out)
It took the now mrs sarcasmo about 10 years to 'fess up to that one.
(sarcasmo needs more sleep, Mon 22 Sep 2008, 16:41, Reply)