Pickle Fork

I inherited a pickle fork.

As pickle forks go, it was a nice one … but … having no use for a pickle fork, I put up for sale on the internet.

It got an immediate response from someone who appreciates a good pickle fork more than I do. A response that made me smile at the writer’s move to establish a relationship and suggest offering them a discount.

I hope you're as amused and charmed by the response as I was.

“Good evening. Hope you and all yours are doing well. I am interested in this little fork to serve sweet gherkins at table.

“I have, well HAD, a very similar one, albeit sterling, but some poorly raised malcontent swiped it at my last open house. I’m pretty sure he outed himself for using the incorrect spoon for his soup course. As my dearly departed Grandma would say, ‘Those with evil in their heart will show their real selves sooner or later.’

“I like the looks of this potential replacement, but may I ask for a close-up photo of the face and wings that grace the caryatid/harpy. Give me a quick image and I’m 90% sure already I’ll take this petite pickle poker, but I want to look into its eyes first.

“Look forward to hearing from you. And any discounts for clever repartee, being amusing, or pleading undying love and devotion … to my miniature dachshund at least ... will be greatly appreciated.

“Thank you, my dear one, and I look forward to your response.”

Not your typical response, but in these days of boring, often AI-generated, content, something out of the ordinary and a little offbeat can be a welcome breath of fresh air. Even if it's just response to an online ad. For a pickle fork.