Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Mr. Queso del Mundo

The Crotchety Old Lady is the Mary Tyler Moore to my Lou Grant, helping me get the blog published while I remain, more or less, accessless.

So, anyway, here we are in the ER, and a few rooms away, a man is speaking loudly in Spanish about “Queso del Mundo” and “La parabala.” He was quite passionate about Queso del Mundo, as one would expect anyone in an emergency room to be about the world of cheese.
The Crotchety Old Lady sidled over to see who he was talking to, assuming it was someone in the room, or on the phone.
Mr. Queso del Mundo was using his great oratorical skills to spread the Gospel of Cheese among the sick in the ER.
In Spanish.
Though it should be pointed out that every few minutes, for sheer dramatic effect, he did go off on an expletive laden rant, dropping the “F bomb” in perfect English.
This lasted until he sat down after 6 or so hours. Then, after a short 15 minute break, he continued. For another 3 hours.
You’d think I’d know a lot more about the world of cheese now, but I barely know my asiago from a hole in the gouda.



Lola said...

No offense Joe, but are you sure you are on the ward for renal failure and not failure of a part of the anatomy above the neck?

Seems like Mr. Queso Del Mundo might belong on the second floor. The ward with the locked doors and buzzer system with the big signs that say "High Elopement Risk".

Janna said...

Are cheese emergencies covered by insurance?

Adullamite said...

You remain the 'Big Cheese' Joe!

Unknown said...

At least you have comedic relief other than yourself to rely on while your in there.

"I barely know my asiago from a hole in the gouda."

Coffee came out of my nose when I read that.

Keep up you great sense of humor.
You are still in my prayers

A New Yorker said...

Well it surely could make for a good sequal to this post -- one about gas!

Unknown said...

Well, see, the fellow ended up at the hospital because of a dramatic accident at the World of Cheese theme park.

A downhill cheese wheel roll went awry. His wife was crushed under a giant Stilton.

He was just trying to warn others of the potential disaster by dairy.

ReformingGeek said...

Maybe he was constipated and couldn't even "cut the cheese".

Sandee said...

What Lola said. Bwahahahahahaha. I'm with her 100%.

Have a terrific day Crotchety. :)

Anonymous said...

And the queso stands alone.

I can't believe none of the hospital personnel didn't try and shut this man's trap! Or is that "estrapa"?

Heh heh heh

Swirl Girl said...

He was merely playing Emcee - introducing you to the rest of the ward.

Unknown said...

Still some funny stuff - and glad you are upbeat and positive. Hope all goes well for you.

DouglasDyer said...

Anyone who cares that deeply about cheese is OK in my book.

Chris said...

"Asiago from a hole in the gouda" . . . brilliant.

Moonrayvenne said...

Maybe giant mice are taking over the earth & that was his plan to capture them.
Good thing you got the old lady doing something...lol!

Bunk Strutts said...

Cheese is good. People who type "bwahaha" as a personal tag line should be avoided.

Nanny Goats In Panties said...

OK, so let me get this straight...

You have a guy that stood for 6 hours repeatedly proclaiming the equivalent of: "Cheese of the World!" "Cheese of the World!" ?

Or is it like Jenn said: The World of Cheese! The World of Cheese!

Well, at the end of the day, I guess it doesn't really matter now, does it?

Here's hoping you feel better, Crotchety!

And a big THANK YOU to Mrs. Crotchety for helping you get the word out to us, your faithful bloggy fans.

brokenteepee said...

Hmmm, maybe he thought he was in the Cheese World Shoppe and was wondering where to find his cheese and couldn't so he was effing mad.

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