Who Doesn’t Like Baloney? (standard:humor, 906 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Feb 18 2024	Views/Reads: 486/222	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Thinking of this, it occurred to me how important agreeing really is in all relationships. Yes, there are certain things to disagree about. But, the key is what do we really agree about. Those things we agree on will establish a relationship of unity.

When I was young, my favorite sandwich was the baloney sandwich.
Sometimes, with cheese and other things, but most importantly, baloney. 
I can't imagine what my childhood would have been like without those 
bologna sandwiches. Until I went to school, I thought my mother had 
invented the baloney sandwich. 

My mother even prepared bologna sandwiches for my school lunch. Just
about every boy in my class had baloney sandwiches for their lunch. I 
remember we would trade around and eat each other's baloney sandwiches. 
If there was a sandwich contest, nobody really won because the baloney 
sandwich is a reward in itself. It's hard to find a better lunch. 

It's been a long time since I've had a simple baloney sandwich for
lunch. The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage is a culinary expert 
specializing in making delicious meals. The simple baloney sandwich 
would not necessarily be on her menu. 

Sometimes, the simple things in life are the best things. 

We were talking about something the other night. I'm not sure if it was
politics or sports, but I expressed my opinion as clearly as possible. 
When I was through, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage just looked 
at me momentarily and said, “You do know that you're full of baloney?” 

At that point, I didn't know if she was complimenting or criticizing me.
From my point of view, baloney would be a high compliment. I did not 
pursue that then, but just let it go. An important lesson I have 
learned is that there are times just to let things go. This was one of 
those times. 

Last week, I thought about pulling a little prank on her. I don't know
what I was thinking but I waited until she was in her craft room. I 
walked in and began looking around. Believe me, there is a lot to look 
at, and I'm not sure what I was looking at. 

“What are you doing in here? Are you looking for something?” 

Looking at her with a serious glare, I said, “I was just thinking that
maybe I could come and help you organize your craft room. I have a lot 
of ideas of how you can make this a better organized craft room.” 

The fact that I was in the craft room was a project in itself. If I ever
went in there alone, I probably would get lost and never be found until 
she came into the craft room herself. If there ever is a time when I 
seem to disappear, just look in her craft room. 

I then began to tell her some of the things I would do to help
reorganize her craft room. 

She just sat there staring at me with one of “her stares,” and just let
me go on talking. 

When I finished, I looked at her, smiled, and said, “So, what do you
think?” 

“What do I think?” responded The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage.
“Let me tell you what I think. I think you are full of baloney. I do 
not need any help organizing my craft room, especially from you.” 

I graciously left the craft room smiling and headed for my easy chair to
enjoy my prank. 

For me to reorganize her craft room would've been so far over the moon
that I was starting to think I really was full of baloney. 

A few days later, I was working in my office, and she stepped in for a
moment and began looking all around at my bookshelves. For a few 
moments, all she did was look around at my books. Then she said, “I 
think I can help you reorganize your office here.” 

At that point, I didn't really know what to say because I did not need
any help reorganizing my books. I looked at her and said, “Do you think 
I'm full of baloney?” 

She laughed at me and said, “Yes, I do think you're full of baloney.”


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