This story took place on a Sunday and is one of the most embarrassing things that has happened to me. We were set up at the church but the service was delayed because of a tornado watch. I’m standing in the lobby, talking to this young man. The conversation was about USB’s and CD’s – it had nothing to do with the topic we landed on. Out of the blue, he looks at me and says, “So you guys made it just in time for mater season!” I thought, odd subject change, but ok. I’ll follow it. So I replied, “You know, Dad likes some, but he’s the only one in the family that does. I’m just not a big tomato fan.”
Awkward silence.
Let’s just say I’m not picking up on the cues, you know? So I doubled down and said, “I like everything a tomato makes, but I just don’t like tomatoes.”
To which he looks at me and says, “I didn’t say ‘mater’ season, I said, ‘nader’ season, as in tornadoes.”
So I said, “I don’t like those either!”
