Roll call....
Albert? "Hey hey hey!"
Archie? "Yeah, here.. don't draw me no diaphragms."..
Astro? "Ruh roh.."
Bernie?
Bernie? I think he stiffed us.
Bevis? "Heh-heh."
Buehler? Buehler?
Donald? "YOU'RE FIRED!"
Emeril? "BAM!"
Fonzie? "Aaaaay!"
Geraldine? "What you see is what you get"... ahm, nvmnd, we can't use h... anymore.
Homer? "Do'h! The boy did it!"
James? "Bond... James Bond."
Johnny? "Come on down!"
John McClane? "Yippee Ki Yay...." OK! Thank you
Lurch? "You rang?"
Paris? "That's hot!"
Regis? "Is that your final question?"
Walter? "And that's the way it is."
Point being, characters. Most of those are familiar. We don't need no "Extra, extra, read all about it."
Real life, even with a scorecard... ya just never know...
Mosta the above, we've visited their households, kinda sorta.
The guy (or gal) you're right behind in line at the Piggly... searching deep into their pocket/purse to come up with correct change to pay... we're in a hurry, grow impatient... very well could be social anxiety disorder and this is ten times as tough on them than it is on us.
The one we held the door for.. we gotta nod insteada "thanks"... Just lost their mom... maybe diagnosed with lymphoma.. 3rd week of sobriety... fighting demons head on.
The mom who surprised you when she frustratingly snapped at her 3 year old.. what we didn't notice was that her makeup covered the bruise from where her boyfriend knocked her to the ground last night..
The gent in the third pew at church, like clockwork, the First Sunday of the month proudly places his check of tithe in the collection basket. He never really talks, but that's because he'd heard his entire childhood how he'd never amount to anything.
He.. he just came from the assisted care facility where he spent two hours with his wife... who'd asked him two times "what was your name again?"
Her... the one who saw the infant in the carrier.. mixed smile with face of remorse... as she'd had a stillborn child 23 years ago.
People are amazing. The struggle is real and very definately more present than we'll ever know.
Victor, I hear you, but.. the part I don't get... the opening... the attempt at, association with, humor.
I do do... I do do probably try to influx humor (I know I know, attempted humor) too often in life.
That said, I think it's a fitting part to a recipe for life. This is where I 'just my take', hopefully not preach.
Smiles. Hugs. Kindness (why not, ya just never know), Golden rule. Listening skills. The ability (sometimes I suck at this) to NOT blurt, hurt.
I'm positive.... I think.. (That's the title to the book I'll never write.)
TV, movie characters we know, love, like a book.
Everyday people, perhaps not so much.
Outtards oft times don't match, nor explain, innards.
Oh, and drink more Ovaltine, right Ralphie.
Life can be a bitch... and will shoot your eye out if not approached, or at least attempted to approach, in kindness.
We fail (occasionally). Every. Last. One. Of. Us.
Human, interest.
May good fill your day,
Love, Victurd
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