Is a dry sense of humour good and is there a wet sense of humour? If a wet lettuce is a drag on social events, is a dry lettuce the life and soul of the party?
It was midsummer’s day in the salad drawer and the party was
in full swing. Peppers, plump and bright, chatted in a multicoloured group
comparing hues of green, orange and red. They spoke of yellow, who had gone the
day before, reportedly into a ham sandwich. Two spring onions, a little limp,
were struggling out of their purple elastic band that loosely corralled them.
The lettuce, bone dry, encouraged them all to get up and dance.
[Authentic selfie - 17 November 2022]
