The tale was being told in the barn area this morning of the guy who had been coming to the Kentucky derby for twenty years. Never once in that time does he bring his everloving wife with him. And finally his old lady insists that she accompany him. This is slightly more than somewhat embarrassing to the guy because his everloving might interfere with his drinking. But he orders a mint julep anyway. “Let me taste that,” she says, reaching for the glass with the grass in it. “Ugh,” she says, making a face. “That is horrible.” “You said it,” he says bitterly. “And all these years you have been thinking that I have been having fun.”

The tale was being told in the barn area this morning of the guy who had been coming to the Kentucky derby for twenty years. Never once in that time does he bring his everloving wife with him. And finally his old lady insists that she accompany him. This is slightly more than somewhat embarrassing to the guy because his everloving might interfere with his drinking. But he orders a mint julep anyway. “Let me taste that,” she says, reaching for the glass with the grass in it.

“Ugh,” she says, making a face. “That is horrible.”

“You said it,” he says bitterly. “And all these years you have been thinking that I have been having fun.”

— http://therail.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/04/30/to-the-swift-arthur-daley-on-churchill-downs/

December 7th, 2013 10:28pm