I’m in a bar…a French joint on the Upper East Side nursing an overpriced Chardonnay.
The barmaid, with a freak of nature bust-line, hands me a note.
“I just love your glasses.”
Yeah, heard that one before. Next thing I know, to my surprise, a middle-aged woman sidles up to me and says, “Would you mind if I try on your specs?” Though startled, I say, “No, not at all.”
Feeling like an optometrist for the first time in my life, start discussing frames and why a face the size of mine needs width that rivals the Chesapeake. I bring Jackie O into it saying, she had the same issue as did ET if he were shades shopping. Not getting my joke, this woman, who weighs 8 pounds and sounds like Barbara Walters, says. “I’d like to discuss this further…here’s my number,” scribbling it on a napkin. I watch her leave, a schelppy husband in tow, wondering, if she really expects me to call her.
Cut to…and once again, things are never what they seem, the barmaid who easily could be Miss September says, “It’s very sad. They come in every day…she has tea, he a double scotch. She has early Alzheimer’s and he just carts her around best he can.”
Talk about taking the wind out of your Raybans.
What does this say to me?
The world is in pain…I’m not alone. The likes of this woman who the barmaid said, is rich and was once a very notable doctor in her field of medicine lecturing all over the world, has now been leveled where she can barely remember her own name.
To think this all started over glasses, mine filled with wine, hers tea, with Jackie, our eternal hostess.
If this is God’s idea of humor, he can just go to hell in an eyeglass case.
SB
Love this blog, very interesting and very clever!
Your ever loving reader !
Hal
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Considering you’re a pretty smart guy, I’ll take this as a huge compliment. 🙂
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You do meet the most bizarre people!
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Welcome to New York. 🙂
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Home of the most diverse group of people!
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You should come for a visit.
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Always someone worse off than you.
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I seem to draw worse case scenarios to me.
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As odd as this encounter was, I’m glad you got an explanation from the bartender because my imagination went right to a threesome when she slipped the number.I know, but I am typing at 5:30 in the damn morning.
I love that Jackie never misses an opportunity to make an appearance ❤
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Yes, she waits in the wings in her big glasses and pill box hat. 🙂
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How sad, Susannah. I’m sure she enjoyed her little chat with you, though. When I hear about this striking an extremely intelligent person, it makes me wonder just how well those “brain saving’ exercises work. Oh well, I’ll keep on trying to preserve those synapses.
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It bothers me too. Don’t think it doesn’t. There was a piece on how to stave off dementia in Time Magazine a week or so ago. Rest, reading and exercise led the list. Google it if you can.
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I thought the same was as Life with the top down… a threesome, then, I went to my darker side of humor and thought, you could have a first meeting again sometime. There is always someone who sort of humbles you through what you are experiencing, that’s heartbreaking. Hope you are well.
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I felt that way thinking about it later. The perils of others.
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