For some reason this seems to be lunch week for my guest posters, at least for two of the three. I like this game. Here's Bucky. EL
So three of us were having lunch at the bar on Saturday, and my friend Paco proffered this wager: that I couldn't come up with five first names for people that were also food terms. ...
The conditions he attached to the bet were a) that the names couldn't be brand names — as in, for example, Oscar Meyer — and b) the names and food terms had to be in English. I have no idea why Paco made this English-only stipulation, because none of us speaks a foreign language anyway. He's just not a very trusting person.
He suggested five minutes for five names would be appropriate. I took the bet. I, of course, always take the bet.
The first three were easy and took me, maybe, a minute. "Patty"…"Frank"…"Chip". (After I said, "Frank," JMT said, "Frankenstein…like, a hot dog and a beer." That was a good one, but it didn't count. I had to do this with no outside assistance.)
At about the three-minute mark, I came up with "Chuck."
About a minute later I got "Pam," as in the non-stick spray. However, we had to take a timeout to discuss whether Pam is a food term, a brand name or an acronym. This discussion required ordering another round of beer. We agreed to let Stacy, the bartender, be the arbiter. She ruled against me, I suspect because she knows Paco tips the best of the three of us. She decided it was a brand name.
So I was back to four correct answers and time restarted.
I racked my brain…precious seconds passed…Paco started a countdown, mostly, I think, to rattle me.
20…19…18…
I closed my eyes and put my extended index fingers to my temples. (That usually works, right?)
11…10…9…8…
"SHERRY!" I yelled it out.
"YESSSSSSSS!!!!" I gave a big ol' Tiger Woods fist pump.
Stacy cracked up and drew me another beer, on the house.
I love Saturday lunch at the bar.