"The potted luck? What? Like bamboo stalks, Honey?" I asked.
"I dunno," he said. "Maybe it wasn't potted luck. Maybe we're each supposed to bring some pot to pass."
"What is this? Eco Club awards night? You need a couple bootleg tapes, too?"
"Mom, duh, it's Chess Club banquet."
I stared at him intently and I could see the wheels turning in his head. He scratched his head, shrugged his shoulders and said, "I thought we're supposed to bring pot or a pot of luck or something. Didn't you read the note I gave you this morning?"
"You mean that crumpled piece of paper you handed me when I was in the shower?"
"YES! That note. That's the one!"
"I was naked under a spigot, Babe. It's not where I do my best reading."
"No worries! I found it hanging over your towel rack," he shouted as he ran back from my bathroom. "It's dry but pretty schmeary. I think it says: Please bring a potluck dish to pass. Whew! No bamboo or pot. Just a potluck dish, Mom. That's all we need."
"Just a potluck dish?" I asked quietly.
"Just a potluck dish." I said a little louder.
"You're telling me we need a potluck dish, now? At five o'clock?"
"Mom, technically I tried to tell you this morning, but--"
"Honey, do you even know what a potluck is? It's a passive-aggressive mom contest. However, no one will ever admit it's actually a contest. But don't be fooled, because those witches get real and it's totally a contest. Moms freak out trying to outdo other moms by bringing their prettiest or healthiest Pinterest concoction. We're talking tri-colored macaroni salad molded in the shape of Mount Rushmore. 79-bean chili in 47-grain bread bowls. Creepy watermelon sculptures. Mrs. What's-her-face will bring heart-shaped sashimi. There'll be 9-layer Jell-O dessert parfaits, roasted chickpea edible necklaces, and sheet cakes airbrushed with mother/daughter Glamor Shots. And we've got nothin'."
"Chips? We couldn't bring chips unless they were made out of recycled lentils or kale harvested by orphans. Geezus, Mrs. Waterson is likely hitching up her trailer this very moment to transport her Victoria Falls replica chocolate fountain. No. We can't just bring chips. What would people say?"
"Mom, I've got an epic idea: KFC. Let's bring a bucket of KFC drumsticks. We'll blow their minds with fried chicken. You'll become a potluck supper legend. The other mothers will talk about it for years."
"I bet they will, Honey. I bet they will."
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