I was at CiCi’s pizza buffet recently (no jokes please). I won’t name where, but it was not in Waxahachie. I was standing in line to pay at the counter, and in this location, the line extended alongside several tables behind a short wall. I’m just looking around as I’m waiting, and I notice there are two ladies and a couple of small children sitting at a table. The two ladies are talking to each other, not paying much attention to the children. One of the children, which I would guess to be about 2 years old, reached over the table and picked up the parmesan cheese shaker. You know, the short fat glass jar with the metal top with a bunch of holes in it. He picked it up and licked the top of the shaker. I guess he liked what he tasted, because he then began licking all over it, just giving it a real spit shine, literally. The two moms just sat there and continued talking as he licked away. I did not use any parmesan cheese that day. And now, thanks to me, every time you sit down and see one of those parmesan cheese shakers, you will think of me. You may try not to… try to forget… but that visual image will be ingrained in your mind forever. You’re welcome.