The house is spotless. There are logs in the fireplace. Guests are entertaining themselves by watching football on TV while the perfect host/hostess is keeping glasses filled. The entire house is filled with the smell of roasting turkey and the dining room is set with the very finest of china and crystal.
And then the doorbell rings. “White Castle Catering, M’am. We have those 1500 castles you ordered. Lets see… 500 plain, 500 no-onion & 500 with extra ketchup. So, which room do we set up in…?” ![]()
Just when I thought there was Anything that could top sending a Holiday Card with a White Castle Gift Certificate in it…