The other day I looked at a bush in our garden and kept saying to myself “No, it is not called a pepperoni.” Several hours later I finally remembered that it’s a “Pittosporum.” Last month I had to look up the name of a fairly familiar green vegetable called a “fennel,” and this morning I could not remember the name of the government’s business secretary.
And so I think it is with a whiff of recognition and a distant shudder that the joke below sent to me by a friend made me laugh out loud.
An elderly couple had dinner at another couple’s house, and after eating, the wives left the table and went into the kitchen.
The two gentlemen were talking, and one said, ‘Last night we went out to a new restaurant and it was really great.. I would recommend it very highly.’
The other man said, ‘What is the name of the restaurant?’
The first man thought and thought and finally said, ‘What is the name of that flower you give to someone you love?
You know…. The one that’s red and has thorns.’
‘Do you mean a rose?’
‘Yes, that’s the one,’ replied the man. He then turned towards the kitchen and yelled, ‘Rose, what’s the name of that restaurant we went to last night?’
These days, a rose by any other name … might actually be a restaurant.