The Poop Scoop

Okay, here's the scoop on the alleged poop.

It started on Friday night.   A little while after Cheryl and I arrived  at the hotel and met up with our roomie, we realized that we didn't have any beer.  So, we made a run to the market and, while there, Cheryl picked up a six-pack of Black and Tan for Judy.  Black and Tan is not generally available in the Northeast, so this was a special treat.

When we got back,  we packed everything (including lots of diet Coke and diet Snapple) into the fridge.  Well, that fridge would have none of it!  All weekend long, whenever someone opened the fridge, all you'd hear was a big clanging noise and then the rush of bottles.  No matter how we repositioned everything (including taking bottles out), it didn't matter.  Out the bottles came!  Clearly, we were having a bottle problem.

Now, you all know that I have the Lucy thing going.  On Sunday morning, we got packed up and Carole brought up a luggage cart.  Because we had overestimated the amount of beer/soda consumption, there was a lot left over and we packed it all up.  We also packed up yummy chocolate-covered stuff (nuts, edamame, NOT poop) that Lucia had brought to the party the night before.  Most of the bottles were in a paper bag.  The beer for Judy and a container of chocolate- covered espresso beans were in Cheryl's knitting bag.

While loading the cart into the elevator, the bag with bottles became unhinged and fell  from the cart.  Despite the fact that, according to Margene, the falling bag led to frantic looks from me and Carole, nothing broke.  Howling laugher!  Okay, no problem.

Now, all we had to do was get out of the building and get the luggage into the cars.   This was not to be.  Somehow, Cheryl's bag fell from the cart and the bottles of Black and Tan-- all of them -- broke.  The candies -- also in her bag -- opened too (these are not good containers -- I had a little chocolate- covered almond accident in my house on Sunday night.)  There was a housekeeper right down the hall -- Cheryl spoke to her, told her what had happened and asked for tools  so that we could clean it up -- she said no problem -- they'd take care of it.

As we were out there, someone said, "kind of looks like poop." 

So, now you know the rest of the story. 

Comments

[margene]

I'm glad you spilled the beans on the poop story. ;-)

[Carole]

Great recap on the poop!

[elizabeth]

Wait - someone makes chocolate covered edamame? Soy and chocolate together? Yum!

[Ruth]

LOL!

[Danielle]

Y'all are TROUBLE!

[PumpkinMama]

Excellent story - I can just imagine how funny in person it must have been!

[Cheryl]

And my little white half-finished cashmere hat is now black and tan! Maybe i'll finish it and give it to Judy.

[Lucia]

Seriously? I thought this was a Rhinebeck legend. Had I but known I would have helped you carry stuff.

[Lucia]

P.S. It was lovely to see you. But way too short. (I should just save that in a Notepad file and copy it into every comments box.)

[Manise]

Hehe! The truth finally comes out. I knew from the comments on other blogs that there was more to it than deer pee and poop. Great story.

[Jean]

I just read this over on Sandy's blog and I'm still laughing. I totally bought into the deer story. Too funny.

[JessaLu]

So that's where the poop came from! ;o)

[Karen]

Ah! I totally bought the deer story too. haha

[susan]

I knew in my heart that somehow you, Cheryl, Carole, and Margene were "behind" the poop.

[chris]

Too funny! (Found you via Carole's blog)

[Nora]

ROFL. My condolences for the loss of good beer!

[Kim]

Hahahahaaa! Terry and I were wondering what was taking you grrls so long...now I know...LOLOL!