Hmmmmm LOL
Well I have a few probably but the bean story reminded me of once when I was sixteen and I got off the school bus a mile away from home to visit a friend who had gotten pregnant, married and dropped out of school to live in and take care of her mother-in-law's house.
She was making dinner and when I asked her how life away from home and school was, she told me how strict her mother-in-law was about keeping her house just so...everything cleaned as clean as it could be, everything in its place at all times, having dinner on the table at the same time every day and things like that.
Her sister was also there and as her sister and I sat in the front room talking, the girl was busy in the kitchen getting a meal together for her husband and mother-in-law who would be home soon.
She called me into the kitchen for help and when I got there she was standing at the stove in front of a pressure cooker with oven mits on her hands. She stated that I was strong and could I help her get the lid off as the potatoes inside were done and she needed to mash them in a hurry! Time was running out! (Poor girl, she was so stressed!)
So me, being the helpful kind of friend that I am, put the mits on my own hands, took hold of the pot, and turned with all my might not realizing in order to open a pressure cooker, you need to take the weight off the top and let the steam out first!
I tugged and pulled and finally felt it give. Immediately, the lid blew off and smacked into the ceiling, leaving a big dent and
the whole kitchen was painted with a sudden cooked potato explosion!
We all screamed at first and then laughed when we saw each other and
everything around us covered with hot potato bits.
She then looked at the clock and started crying and yelling that her mother-in-law was going to be home any second and that she would be killed if the woman came home and saw her kitchen in that condition!
I looked at the clock myself and realized I only had 3 minutes to make the mile home or I would be in a heap of trouble for being late so I explained myself and started to leave.
The two of them literally screamed at me that
I had made the mess and therefore
I had to stay around and help them clean it up!
Being totally ignorant of how pressure cookers worked I saw no fault on my part and fearing my own mother more than her mother-in-law, I left anyway as they cried and yelled obscenities in my general direction as I headed out the door and ran home trying to beat the clock.
Neither of them ever talked to me again and I hear they both still hate me for the incident more than twenty years later but I still laugh my ass off whenever I think of that pot exploding and the potato spray that went everywhere!
Moni
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