If you can’t say cheese, what can you say?

I had to go to the grocery today, for just a few items.  The part of the Grand Cayman Island where we stay, has only one small grocery.  They do a pretty good job, but it is not a Mega-Krogers.  Not even close.

So.  This afternoon I went in.  I needed dinner napkins, for one, and could not find any. So I asked the lady at the counter.  She led me to the paper towels.  That was okay.  It would work.

Next on the list… cough drops or throat lozenges.    I should give a little more information about the lady at the counter.  I was having a hard time understanding her… and she in turn… was having a difficult time understanding me.  It wasn’t a hearing problem.  Rather, it appeared to be a language barrier.   Back to Aisle Five.  I asked for Cough Drops or Throat Lozenges.   She stared at me blankly, so I made a coughing noise and put my hand up to my mouth.  She handed me Baby Aspirin.  I didn’t have the heart to put it back.

Finally, I wanted some Ear Buds.  I brought some nice head phones along with me….. but they are scrunching my glasses into the sides of my head.  So, I asked the lady about the ear buds, and made kind of a dancing move.  She took me to the refrigerated cheese section.   I can understand the first two things going wrong… but this last item went completely awry.  What could this possibly mean?

Well… for now it means we have a lot of cheddar cheese on hand.
More importantly… I think it means.. ….. The mysteries of the universe abound.