The Tarts' Tale

Or, what happens when two women have a 'senior moment'  at the same time.

Yesterday, we helped to cater a  Christmas party for our Seniors Board and other volunteers.  There was a lot of stuff to put in the back of the car.  It was my job to carry out the platter of mince tarts.  When I got to the car, I could see that the loading wasn't complete so I needed to put the tray down.  Oh, no.  Not on the ground!  I stashed them on the roof of the car and passed the word to Anne that I had done this.  I had a vision of her putting them carefully in the car.

So, you can see this coming, right?  Neither one of us remembered the tarts and we happily drove off.  I could hear a bit of a rattle but figured it was just the stuff for the party.  All of a sudden, I saw this white shape fly backwards and a lot of little broken pieces scatter.  No cars were close behind me which was a miracle on that road.

Not my photo: ours didn't look this good

This morning, we walked past the scene of the crime.  The crows were dancing for joy.  Cawing and shoving each other aside.  Not much remained but a few slivers of white plastic.  Maybe the squirrels got there first.  I can hear the word going out to the wild things:  "Party-time! The tarts have arrived!".