Saturday, April 30, 2011
I come by it naturally...
I shared this story with a facebook friend the other day, and forgot how funny it was...
This happened about 25 years ago. My mom was living in Lake Hopatcong at that time, I was in Mt Olive.
My mother was a character. In fact, character is too light of a word. She was funny, naughty, sharp and loving. And 25 years ago, liked to knock back the drinks...
So on with the story. It was a Saturday morning. The phone rang and it was my mother. The conversation went something along these lines:
"Sandi, something happened."
"What, Ma?"
"I think someone broke into my house last night."
"OMG - are you ok?????"
"Yes. I'm fine. But I'm very frightened."
"Did you call the police? Is anything missing?"
"No. Nothing is missing. But they left a NOTE."
"Holy crap - what does it say???"
"I don't know. I can't read it - it's just dirty words and scribbles - it's very strange and frightening."
"Do you want me to come over?"
"Yes. Can you come? I want to show it to you, maybe you can figure out what they were trying to say to me. Say, you don't think it was ALIENS, do you???"
"No, Ma. I don't think it was aliens. Let me jump in the shower and we'll come over in a little while."
"Ok - I'm locking all my doors, just knock when you get here."
SOOOOOO I showered and got ready to go and just as I was leaving the phone rang.
"Sandi? You don't need to come. I figured out what the note was."
"Really? What?"
"I heard a dirty joke on tv last night and I thought it was so funny that I jotted down some words so I'd remember it."
This is what happens when you get very, very tipsy, watch tv and write yourself notes. Don't do that.
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2 comments:
I guess that is the same result as writing notes in the middle of the night for story ideas. The thoughts are never coherent.
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