Those connected with me on Facebook might have seen me post this last weekend.
I went into Dairy Queen to pick up an ice cream cake for my wife and daughter's birthday. After grabbing a large round cake I took it up to the register. The DQ worker looked at me and asked, "Is this for here or to go?"I went home to explain to my wife why I didn't have the courage to ask for their names to be misspelled on the cake after our initial conversation.
I said, "Ma'am, if you have a fork back there, I have about an hour to spare."
A couple of days later, a friend admitted to actually laughing out loud when he read it. If only there were a way to say that with just a few letters.
But then he followed up by saying he took the story, made it tweet-size and posted it to his Twitter account. My first reaction was not to thank him for finding me humorous. My first reaction was not to respond with some quote about imitation being the highest form of flattery.
My first question was to ask if he quoted me. After all, I am on Twitter. Did you give credit?
He smiled while telling me it took him 140 characters to tell the story, leaving no room to give credit.
My second question was to ask how many re-tweets he had.
I'm so full of myself. I guess my search for insignificance will continue.