Soup, Where's The Soup?

Today I had an order of vegetarian minestrone soup from the Malaga Cove Ranch Market awaiting pickup and my wife Anne kindly picked it up for me.

But prior to her arrival, over the phone I learned there had been some confusion and the Market had two soups for me.

Assuming they would tell Anne this, I did not tell her and as it turned out, she refused soup number 2. When she arrived home I asked where it was and she got a little testy and then tearful.

Picking up a second soup is easy to do and I said I would do so. But sensing there was more to this discussion than the missing soup, I asked about her day and learned of something she did that she didn't want to do (can you guess what that was?) and of an ATM that had given her a hard time.

I apologized to Anne for being insensitive after I heard her tale of woe, called the Market to request they hold the second soup for me, which they gladly did, and life got back to a happy state of normal.

Ooh if only the world would resolve its problems this way.

Dick