EEL. EEL. Bean Oootlet.

I ran into Diego, a guy from my old neighborhood who works as a handyman, a Jack of all trades if there ever was one.

He was dressed from head to toe in bright whites…Polo Shirt, Bermudas, sneaks that looked like big baby shoes, but spanking white, like he had just alighted from a cruise ship.

Apparently, he had been in Maine working on someone’s summer house…grande, he told me…leek a coostle.

He slept in a tent, oonder the stars, and had all his meals cooked by a Senora named Meez Eeleezebeeth who brought them to him on a tray with piernas (legs).

“Eet wooz beest veecetion, eever,” he said,” purring like a sated cat.

“Well Diego, Maine must agree with you since you look better than I’ve ever seen you,” I said, admiring his snappy clothes.

His smile that matched mine like two tumblers about to toast, got even bigger before saying…

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Oootlet.

πŸ™‚

SB

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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14 Responses to EEL. EEL. Bean Oootlet.

  1. Sorryless says:

    Diego goes to Maine could be a novella.

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  2. Dale says:

    That was a hoot, Susannah!
    He almost sounded Russian πŸ˜‰

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  3. That was a great story with a surprise ending. I didn’t see that coming.

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  4. Patricia says:

    He was working and living in a tent and having his meals delivered and it “wooz beest veecetion, eever”. What does he usually do for vacations…or work?

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    • The Diegos of the world work all the time joyfully I might add. They’re so grateful for the opportunity to earn keeping their families back home well cared for. They’re lessons in grace and gratitude. That was a vacation. Just with tools. 😊

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  5. skinnyuz2b says:

    I couldn’t imagine what the title of your post meant.I laughed out loud at the revelation. Both of my sons (31&33) would have loved that vacation. They didn’t get a love for camping from me, definitely from their father.

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    • Gratitude for many of these third world treasures is what I call them, is always evident. Where he comes from I’m certain, he struggled. Now he gets to earn makeing decent money, and be oonder the stars while he’s doing it. I mean, his boat definitely came in, and he’ll be the first to tell ya. It’s humbling to say the least. πŸ™‚

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  6. Who says you gotta have a house and millions to enjoy life?!

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