ADVENT(ure) is a daily, secular, advent-ish calendar of micro-joys for the month of December. Feel free to send me your ideas or suggestions. We will return to our regular weekly posting in January. Thank you for your support.
Today’s advent calendar micro-joy is a share: yesterday I got to do something I never even knew was on my bucket list.
My mom’s assisted living facility was abuzz with staff preparing for that evening’s annual holiday party. On the way back from emptying trash after surreptitiously cleaning mom’s fridge, I walked by two women setting up the dessert tables. One wheeled a cart full of cannoli, 359 of the pretty little pastries to be exact.
I did not pause. I did not miss a beat. Without thinking, I shouted HOLY CANNOLI.
No one laughed.
I confirmed that not a single baker in the team said anything akin to that during the filling and decorating process. In fact, no one at all had uttered that statement in their recent memory.
Was it too much of a dad joke?
I know that opportunity will never come my way again. It’s fine. This kind of makes up for all of the times the perfect retort couldn’t find its way to my lips.
Also, eclairs are better than cannoli. I will die on that hill.
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Quality. I'd have cheered you.
My most joy-giving example of the correct remark at the correct time was, alas, accidental. When at university in Hull, I was walking into town with my friend Dave and we saw a crowd of kids up ahead outside a shop all looking at someone and I said to Dave, "Who's this clown?" - not a phrase I have a tendency to use much, no idea where it came from.
When we got nearer, the person the kids were gathered around turned out to be an actual clown. So satisfying, I still remember it fondly thirty years later.
I'm Team Cannoli, sorry! Not just because my kids and I had a running joke about Obi-Wan Cannoli either.