Kezel Romanoff

I left my home far away and came to this country with what I thought was very good mastery of the American language until today. I was on way to grocery shopping when heard advertisement on radio for something called daily dead fish wrapper. So I stop in meat department and inquired about such product. Butcher refer me to Deli, saying all specialty items are located there. Stood in line for twenty minutes while customer in front  tried to decide baked or fried; light or dark; one or two piece. Was dancing around venting frustration speaking with hands, because in old country, you have only one choice; take the one item or leave it.

Was elated when got to front of line, was quickly deflated when counter person, she was new also, shrugged shoulders and pointed at Sushi chef saying him wrap dead fish every day. Advertisement not sound like Asian product. Politely I step over and ask chef about paper for wrapping dead fish in. Him look like not having good day...I no speak Oriental language but his hand gestures were universal. I gave up and finished shopping. 

At check out , I ask clerk about product; she points towards door. I look, seeing empty wire racks. I look at her confused and hold up hand. She places change in my hand and says, "Sorry, sold out."

I get home and wife asks me where newspaper for birdcage was. I slap forehead, "I knew there was something I forgot."