When the Boy was very young, they lived in a trailer park. Blanket statements aside, the Boy's family would have stood out a bit anywhere they lived, I'm sure. Understandably, people thought they were a bit strange. His father was into history, politics, and classical music, and his mother wrote poetry and sewed beautiful things. One neighbor told her everyone found it weird that she talked to the Boy while walking him in his stroller. "He can't even talk yet. What's the point?"
One day, a neighbor's wife knocked on the door and the Boy's father answered. The woman was all splendor in a muu-muu and curlers. "Jamie (her son) here?" she asked.
"No," the Boy's father replied. "Sorry."
"How 'bout yer son?" She asked.
"He's not here either."
"What about yer wife?"
"Sorry--she's running errands."
The woman glanced this way and that, then leaned forward, toying with a curler seductively.
The Boy's father was nonplussed.
Then she announced in a foxy voice,"And now... I'm gonna seduce ya."
"No you're not," he responded. And shut the door in her face.
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That story always makes me laugh. Perfect pick-up line.
1 comment:
oh, that's too funny. ha ha. well-written too.
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