Later, when Gomery and I met for dinner at the Mmm Mmm Café, any rumor
of my corporate-minded iciness was dispelled when we competed to see who could melt an
ice cube faster on the tip of their tongue.
I ordered a
sarsaparilla, and he a Shirley Temple with extra cherries. When we
reached the bottom of our drinks we fished out similarly sized cubes,
taking our tongue-out, ready-to-race starting positions.
I won by seconds, a triumph that impressed my tablemate, especially
because I managed to keep a straight face throughout, something he could
not.
So impressed was my competitor by my feat that he asked me to repeat
it, which I did as a courtesy curtain call for my appreciative audience.
Appreciative?
Engrossed, actually.
