Victor, your spelling is atrocious. Au contraire turkey breath... spelled exactly as I intended.
Hi, my name is Victor, and I tell stories. Badly, usually, but, it's my party and I'll cry if I want to... NO, that ain't it.. hang on... It's my blog and I'll write if I want to. Or, nanny nanny boo boo, see if you can stop me!
Being a geezer, one of the things I like to do is ask fellow geezers "what do you do with all your time?" One buddy... he's busy... He's single, gotta new house and all, or most all, of his time is spent spiffing it up. Washing windows, planting trees, touching up paint on the garage door, cleaning, cleaning and s'more cleaning, and then, paying a gal on toppa all that to clean s'more. All well and good, and while I ain't a fan of tea, still, it ain't my cup of tea - but, that's the way, uh huh uh huh, I like it. Uniqueness.
Nuther friend "Well, we go to Mehico for about half the year... kinda run from the temps of November thru March... then, come 'home' (KC) and catch up with loved ones, friends, etc." Perfect, but, he's got a better half, I ain't, so.. whilst I'd enjoy the warm temps, I ain't tempted to do same.
Yet another geezer informed me, "Well... (any time we hear that on the golf course one'a my buddies says "that's a deep subject").. well, I watch and read a lot of reels." If you haven't paid reel close attention - reels are kinda short, mostly 'Hallmark-like', feel good stories on Facebook - but, sometimes they throw a whopper in there and someone has done something to offend another.. mebbe something illegal to another... the lure is cast out into the water... then,
"click the first comment to see the rest of the story."
I will admit, they are usually very good, often feel good stories of wonderful people... I completely understand why my buddy wastes his life (JUST KIDDING)... I completely understand the interest in reading them. Yain't gotta go to the library, you ain't gotta have a bookmark, you can flip the pork chops, let the hound out, and not miss a lick.
It led me to why I am here today. (Uh oh) Yeah, I know. No, I too, believe it or not, have those silky, sappy feel good stories somewhere buried in this blog too! While it's been awhile, I'd like to share one I kinda remember:
Internet dating. (This is a story from long, long ago). Internet dating, online dating, whadever you call it, is, can be, frustrating, rewarding, heartthrobbing, not, are-you-kidding me them pics are 20 yrs old.. them kinda moments. occasionally, good slips in........... one such........
I'd been on waaaaaaaaaay too many online dates. It actually kinda reminded me of going to Piggly Wiggly, and the bananas they had out looked all squishy, blackspots, that stuff (AND YES, I realize, "Me too".)
I dated some older, some my age, some younger, and one way too young for me. HOW MUCH YOUNGER VICTOR? I ain't going there - but what I can tell you is I was impressed with her. After them dates of old, same, younger, too young - all along the way I eventually asked "What are you looking for?"
Young gal's story was reel impressive.
"Well... I'm an ER nurse... for a long, long time, I'd seen this couple around town... an older couple... cute as could be.. I saw them at the grocery store, he pushing the cart, holding the list - she filling the cart.. him opening the car door for her, placing the groceries in the trunk.
I saw them at the park, on a bench, holding hands, watching the birds, the kids, the dogs, life - as it goes by. I caught their car outside the fence at the High School football game - and I'd wondered if they were remembering long ago. I too wondered, did he steal a smooch from her?
Then, one night, as they unloaded the ambulance at work - I recognized the guy on the stretcher as the older gent of the couple I'd seen about town time and time again. He'd had a heart attack - of course she was there too.. holding his hand... calming him... she eventually went to the waiting room while we ran some tests...
We actually 'lost him'... revived him... twice... then three times... After each and every time, the Doctor went to the Waiting room to keep the little old lady abreast of the situation. She gathered his words, nodded understandably, without saying a word - and he came back in the ER. Thankfully, each time we were able to bring him back.
Sadly, on the Doctor's fourth trip to the waiting room, he had to share that we'd lost him. Calmly, and without saying a word, she rose.. and walked into where he was. She pulled back the sheet we'd placed over him. Leaned, gave him a kiss on the cheek, placed the sheet back - and walked out.
"That" (my too young for me date said).. That is what I want."
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Holy shit she wants me dead. I'M OUTTA HERE!
Have a reel fine day,
Love, Victurd
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