Apricots and Lemonade...
To tell this story properly, one has to know the background of an unusual activity picked up by my Aunt Yolanda.
It was minimal at first, but slowly we began to see that it was reoccurring in greater quantities, the swiping of anything paper-like such as napkins, Kleenex, paper towels, toilet paper, etc., and stuffing these items down her pants.
One spring day, my cousin and her boyfriend, Scott, decided to take Yolanda out for a drive and headed to a beautiful area near Lake Nona, to a family-style pizza place. The building was more industrial-style, with huge metal doors that rolled up, making the restaurant open-sided on all sides but for the kitchen. Lots of picnic tables sat inside and at the opposite end of the kitchen was a very tall industrial fan, which helped circulate the air and keep the restaurant cool.
The area outside the pizza place was a popular walking area and park, with other restaurants and businesses scattered about. Along the walkways were cart vendors selling various foods and/or drinks.
On their walk to the restaurant, they came across one such cart selling lemonade and my aunt showed interest in having one. They stopped and purchased the lemonades and proceeded to head towards their destination for pizza.
As they sat down, Lety realized she was missing her credit card and had to run back to the cart to retrieve it. When she got back to the pizza place, she noticed a commotion happening and shortly realized it was her mom!
There my aunt stood in the middle of the room with her pants down, one of the waiters with a stack of napkins, and my aunt saying in a loud voice, "my apricot is frozen!"
Now this is where a side note is important: This nickname was handed down from my grandmother to her daughters, and so on and so on, as "apricot" was their special name for their female private parts. But to get back to the story...
Aunt Yolanda had spilled the large lemonade on her lap and it set off this entire uproar among the patrons, especially those closest to my cousin's table. The nearest table with children had their parents covering the children's eyes while moving elsewhere, away from all of the excitement. In the background were my aunt's chorus of repeated cries "my apricot is frozen!"
Lety and Scott walked her over to the big industrial fan to help dry her pants when all at once papers within her waistband were set free, along with the stack of paper napkins that had been given to her from the waiter. It was a flurry of napkins flying everywhere as if it was an impromptu snowstorm.
When all was done and my aunt was once again settled, they took their pizza to go and left the restaurant, none of them looking backward.
My aunt continues to hoard napkins and such, but not as much as she used to. Her new fascination is folding everything in front of her, regardless of what it is. I'll save that story for another day!