A Spaghetti Story....

Jim writes:

I used to live in Cincinnati. Back in about 1982 or 1983, there was an Italian restaurant called Scotty's. It may still be there . I was having lunch one day, and Mama Scotti would roam the dining room. She came upon a diner who was cutting his spaghetti.

She tapped him on the shoulder and proceeded to scold him for cutting the spaghetti. She then demonstrated to the diner how to properly twine the spaghetti on the fork. When I got back to the office, I told the story to my fellow workers. Soon thereafter four of us went to Scotti's

My office mate saw Mama Scotti and told her that I was cutting my spaghetti, (which I was not).

She proceeded to scold me for something I didn't do.

The table had a good laugh at my expense.