Chicago is a fantastic city in terms of architecture, culture and cuisine. With a city of 3 million people, there are a lot of different people from a lot of different backgrounds. More often than not, people will adhere to popular society in order to promote themselves into standing.
That’s not to say where I grew up people didn’t do the same. However, a population of 190 people is a lot different from the population of 3 million. I learned about this phenomenon on the school bus and even participated until God broke me of the habit. I’m appreciative I was still in my teens when this happened.
The common dictionary defines an innuendo as an elusive and oblique hint or remark.
As kids on the school bus, sports, game consoles and controllers, automobiles and farm machinery were often used. In Chicago it’s food and it even occurs in settings that it shouldn’t occur in. For instance, I’ve heard such in a church setting. That should tell you that food is used quite prevalently to drawl attention to various desires.
I have been propositioned by way of Italian beef, pizza, pasta sauce, and Jell-O.
In the lobby of a church I attended, with a smile a young lady referenced my body as Italian beef. I fought back a smile because I’m not even Italian to my knowledge. My grandfather was German and apparently came from German dissent as it was taught to us as the last name Robertson was translated from the German name Robertstein. The other side of my family is Dutch and has routes traced back to England in the 1400s while settling in America in the mid-1700s.
Shortly after moving to Chicago, I decided to research and procure pizza from a nearby pizza place. When I was walking back with my box of pie, a passerby desired me to help her make sausage and pepperoni pizza. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what she was talking about.
I was informed while walking around in the city that Chicago is merely a bunch of pieces of pasta just waiting to be covered in sauce. Whereas positive interactions culminate with Alfredo sauce and negative interactions end with marinara sauce. I Had to think about that one a little bit. In fact, a dear friend had to explain it to me. That dear friend is a college professor. I will just tell you that the negative interaction results in death. I think you could figure out the rest.
Finally, as I was walking home from work one day, a woman passed me and looked back while commenting that there was always room for a little bit of Jell-O and wax poetic that God gave me a fantastic backside and that it should be insured. Sorry, J-Lo! That one actually made me laugh out loud hysterically.
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