Worries

When I look back on all these worries, I remember the story of the old man who said on his deathbed that he had had a lot of trouble in his life, most of which had never happened.

~ Winston Churchill

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The other day Leslie and I were in a bookstore and I saw pizzas for sale by the cash register.  They were not refrigerated, nor were they cooked.  You took them home, assembled them and then cooked them.

 

Leslie:  What's wrong?

 

Me:  This.  This is wrong.

 

Leslie:  What do you mean?

 

Me:  It's not refrigerated.

 

Leslie:  It says it doesn't need to be refrigerated.

 

Me:  I know that.  It just seems wrong that we would create something like this and sell it and people would buy it and think that it constitutes a meal.  I can't imagine that it is very healthy.  It must be super-preservatived.

 

Leslie: (mumbles)

 

Me:  What?

 

Leslie:  (repeats herself - I still don't hear her)

 

Me:  One more time?

 

Leslie:  You worry too much.

 

Me:  (long pause)  I can't believe you said that.  And I really can't believe you repeated it three times!

 

You see, Leslie worries A LOT.  So much so that I bolded, capitalized and underlined "a lot" in the previous sentence.  She has a lot going on. You could say we all do. And we all do. I'm just saying she has a lot.

 

She also is much more responsible than I am. I'm not saying I'm irresponsible. That might be the case, but I'm not saying it.