International bears

Just because it growls does not make it a bear.

It was a heavy night after a function. We both woke in a sorry state and over the next 6 hours proceeded to empty the apartment of anything resembling junk food. It was a bold call but we then decided we could make it to the pizza restaurant.

I ordered apple juice and somehow tipped it over myself. It was freshly squeezed and very refreshing.

Glynis had the remnants of a cold with a very tickly throat. On seeing me juiced she started to laugh which then morphed into a cough. I had the last laugh. She would not stop.  Her eyes were watering and she could not speak. It was like feeding time in the walrus enclosure. She was desperate for water, a fire hose, any liquid.

I would have offered her my apple juice but would have had to wring it out of my pants. She was getting distressed so quickly called the waiter over and asked for some water for the walrus. He seemed to have trouble understanding my request. Probably thought I was was a bit insenitive ordering while my wife was dying next too me. Maybe he could not hear me over the sound of the walrus.

Once again I try to explain that we require water. He looks at Glynis, tears in her eyes and coughing uncontrollable. He finally understands and springs into action. Quick as a flash he returns with .............    a box of toothpicks.

                              Promised you international bears. Here they come