For Tiffany and Brooke with love, friendship, and laughter...
Once upon a time,
Many years ago,
Three friends and coworkers
Set out for a day
Of freedom and fellowship
In the shadows of
The Grand Tetons.
As the day passed
They found their way
To a grocer in Jackson.
Where they shopped
For an inexpensive picnic menu
To be shared
On their way home,
But the plans for cold cuts
And chips
Fell by the wayside
When they chanced to spy
A large party tray
Loaded with fresh, red
Strawberries
And an accompanying container
Of sweet dipping creme.
The friends debated,
They reasoned,
And reminded each other
Of their limited resources,
But in the end
They succumbed to the berries
Temptation
For an extravagant feast
Not to be found
In any of Yellowstone's
Employee dining halls.
So, after pooling
Their meager funds,
They reverently transported
Their prize to the car
And set out again
For home.
Along Jackson's main
Thoroughfares,
Through its many traffic lights,
They shared the huge platter,
Popping berries dipped
In rich sweet creme
Between their lips
And giggling as the juice
Ran down their chins,
Not unlike young girls
Whispering giddily about
The cutest boy in class,
Until the sweet, strawberry flavor
Filling their mouths
Rendered them nearly silent.
Nearly.
For as she bit into
A particularly sweet, plump,
And luscious berry,
The friend in the backseat
Moaned and announced,
"Oh gawd! I think
I'm having
An orgasm!"
And the young girls' giggles
Erupted into peals
Of big girl laughter
As the busy Wyoming town
Was left behind
In the waning afternoon
Sun.
If we think of strawberries as a euphemism for anything tasty and satisfying, then it seems likely your friend's reaction from the back seat is well-understood by many men as well.
An endearing story poem of something that only young girls would really understand (men are meat eaters). So, you could wait until you are out on some picturesque picnic area to have lunch. And that statement made by one of the girls sums your situation up, perfectly.
Two things came to mind. First, those teenage fishing trips to a river about 7 miles north of my Wisconsin home where wild strawberries would grow on the sunny roadside banks in June. A whole patch would amount to about 1/4 cup of tiny, but very sweet and succulent, strawberries. Something that doesn't grow in the Tetons.
The last time I drove into Jackson it was around noon and mobbed with people. I couldn't park on the square even though she wanted to look at the elk horns surrounding it more closely. We stopped at a gas station for gas and to switch to her driving. She went inside for about 30 minutes, leaving me in agony, my wheelchair tied down waiting. If I had been able to go inside, I might have found some treat for us to eat before heading up over the pass to Idaho.
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Two things came to mind. First, those teenage fishing trips to a river about 7 miles north of my Wisconsin home where wild strawberries would grow on the sunny roadside banks in June. A whole patch would amount to about 1/4 cup of tiny, but very sweet and succulent, strawberries. Something that doesn't grow in the Tetons.
The last time I drove into Jackson it was around noon and mobbed with people. I couldn't park on the square even though she wanted to look at the elk horns surrounding it more closely. We stopped at a gas station for gas and to switch to her driving. She went inside for about 30 minutes, leaving me in agony, my wheelchair tied down waiting. If I had been able to go inside, I might have found some treat for us to eat before heading up over the pass to Idaho.
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