Hello:
I'm weird.
Want to know just how weird I am?? 50 years ago, at 15, I got my first job. I was a helper at Piasons Pizzeria in Denver. The best damn pizza I've ever had, by the way.. But, I digress...
We had a dishwasher by the name of Tio. He probably was an illegal and didn't speak English.. But, he was one of those guys who you immediately liked even if you couldn't exactly talk with him... His personality was infectious.
Anyway, when a hot pan came into Tio's territory, he'd IMMEDIATELY wash it. Even if was still steaming from cooking, he'd start washing it... Now, in MY house, we always ate BEFORE we washed anything, so Tio got my attention...
Ok, here's the weird part... Today, lo these many years later, when a pan comes off my stove, I wash it, and say out loud, "this is for you, Tio"..
Now, that's weird. You don't get any weirder than that, do you?
You do?? Ok, tell me about it.
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