Ham Fried Rice

(Read previous post for definition of B.O.B.)

Ok, here’s the irony. I was trying to be polite to my husband’s friend at Costco, and meanwhile unwittingly incurred the wrath of another woman. As I walked over to the condiment station, I saw a man in a wheelchair with a child on his lap. He was trying to get ketchup for his hot dog but the pump was set too far back. (Costco, please note: your condiment station is not ADA compliant.) I offered my assistance, “Can I help you get some ketchup?” He looked up surprised, but said, “Sure,” allowing me to fill my Good Samaritan meter of the day. Within a few seconds, his wife/girlfriend/significant other walked up and cast me the B.O.B. look. I was a bit flustered and embarrassed for not realizing I was treading on another woman’s toes, returned the condiment covered dog to the man and walked back to our table.

As I relayed the story to my husband, I tried to explain her look and he filled in the blank,
“I got the look, it was like…”

“Hey! Get your hands off my husband’s hot dog!”

Literally.