Punch And Judy

It was Sunday night a hair before sunset. I had neurotically gone to the mailbox on the corner to mail my birthday thank you notes, even though the next pickup wasn’t until Monday at noon.

You can’t accuse me of procrastinating, at least not where etiquette is concerned. My mother would make me write the note before opening the gift. I feel her in my midst if I even remotely think, eh…I’ll just write them later. There she is with stationary, tapping her wooden spoon to a Sinatra tune.

Directly in front of the mailbox is a L’ Occitane, a very high-end fragrance store, now closed for the day. In front they have an ample wooden bench fastened to its facade. There sat the cutest couple in their 80s taking a little rest…round and robust, rosy and red-faced. They looked as if they were completely made of dough with a touch of rum tossed in.

I suddenly saw them on a cookie sheet which told me, Susannah…you need more sleep.

I couldn’t help smiling, the way they held hands as if they were soldered together. If it wouldn’t have been rude, I would have snapped their picture, but instead addressed them.

“You look very content sitting there.”

They smiled back without answering telling me, they may not know what the hell I’m saying, but did that stop me?

“It’s such a beautiful time of day…watching the sun go down.”

Still no response.

I stalled for a second before smiling one last time. These two weren’t talkin’ however, the husband, as I turned to leave, winked at me.

The wife, who clearly doesn’t miss a trick, let go of his hand punching him good and hard in the shoulder.

Omigod.

I guess even in your eighth decade, you expect your man to behave himself.

As for me, if she punched me that hard, I’d be down for the count, so I got the hell out of there…

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SB

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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8 Responses to Punch And Judy

  1. micklively says:

    Jealousy and love: there are no easy answers, whatever your age.

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  2. katecrimmins says:

    Especially at his age they bruise easily! Makes you wonder if they had an…umm…active life when they were young.

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  3. Lynn says:

    This is hysterical Susannah! You big flirt, you!

    On a totally unrelated note, someone posted this adorable video on my facebook wall today because she knows how much I like dogs. I immediately thought of you & your love for Carmela! So cute!

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