Seasonal Serendipity

I stopped by the small in-town market to pick up a few 

things for dinner. As I stood in line I began chatting with 

the couple ahead of me buying a case of wine obviously 

for a party. There was a friendly, festive feel about the 

place. I bid them a Merry Christmas and turned to the 

two fresh-faced high school boys, one for check out, 

one for bagging, and smiled broadly. As the checker 

began scanning my items he inquired as to what I was 

making for Christmas dinner.

'Game hens' I replied, rifling through my huge bag 

looking for the correct plastic cards.

[pregnant pause]

'Scuse me, but did you say gay mens?' they both looked 

at me wide eyed.

I guffawed and heard a distinct echo.

I turned - behind me in line was a fabulously effeminate 

man laughing merrily.

I chortled 'Gay mens?!?!?!' hissing the 'S' slightly for effect.

'I am making Cornish Game Hens!'

The checker quickly back pedaled 'I don't mean to 

offend anybody but I thought you said 'Gay Mens..."

'You didn't offend anybody - THAT was funny!'

I high-fived the fabulously effeminate man, 

all of us now giggling uncontrollably.

Now the bagger chimed in 'I was going to ask how

you prepared that.'

'Well, I think you start somewhere back in the 

womb' I offered.

And as I walked away chuckling I thought of the full 

name of the recipe... 

Fruited Cornish Game Hens