This is still a sore topic but I think it’s time we face our troubled past so we can move on. Let me explain… The Bueno Incident of 2012.
When Lee and I purchased a beef baguette from La Bottega to share, Heather made a purchase of her own – a tomato & bocconcini salad, and a post salad chocolate snack of the Kinder variety.
So as we waited for the bus to take us to the Canadian Museum of Civilization, our lunches done and our hands cold, Heather cracked out the bueno. And well, its too hard to type, reliving it is just too painful, so let me give you a visual of what happened next:
Hardly the time did the bueno have to become our true comrade before it’s sharp decent to the pavement, the cascade that set the tone for the rest of our day.
To make matters worse, the return bus dropped us off right where it picked us up from earlier… and… well, see for yourself:
Goodbye dear Bueno, you had the ability to make someone truly happy, not just the ground or the bottom of someone’s shoe. You are gone, but not forgotten.