I just remembered a bizarre dream I had last night...
I was at our local RecPlex trying to get my
daughters enrolled in their dance classes and for some reason the printer just
kept chuffing out the wrong classes. I’d fill out the form again and sure
enough, some bizarre class would be on the print-out sheet. Of course, their
classes were starting at that VERY moment so I figured I’d take them in and see
if I couldn’t convince the teacher they were still enrolled. She told me they
couldn’t dance unless they had their sleeping bags... Sleeping bags were now a
requirement for the class.
I got fed up and went to the cafeteria to have a cup of coffee when who did I sit down by but, James Wolcott. I knew who it was and was trying to politely ignore him when he asked me if I would be so kind as to get him some shrimp cocktail. He said he just loved shrimp cocktail!!!
He was very emotive...
He then said to make sure and get him lots of sauce! I said I would. He told me though, not just ketchup, but the sauce! I said I was hip to the fact that the sauce was an integral part of shrimp cocktail. He then asked me if I knew what made it so zingy? We both answered at the same time. I was saying, “Yes, it’s the horseradish”, but he just said, “RAAAAADISHHHHHHH!!!!” And kept saying it over and over as I went to procure him some of that RAAAAADIIIIIIISHHHHH!!!!
I have absolutely NO idea what any of that meant. I can figure out the insanity of the RecPlex part, I'm always stressing about getting classes we need in the time alloted, but where James Wolcott comes in with his zealous need for RAAADISHHHH!!! I haven't a clue.