Conversation with Barbara
She……Hello, Peggy?
Me…….This is Norm.She……Why do you sound funny?
Me…….I’m in the shower.
She…….What are you doing there?
Me…… Next to washing, I do some of my best thinking in the shower.
She……Maybe you should wake up in the shower.
Me…… I’ve been here since last Thursday.
She……I think you’re clean by now.
Me…….An electron microscope shows all the organisms in our eyebrows and fingernails.
She…… And some of them are good bacteria, I’ll bet.
Me…… I wish they were labeled.
She……All creatures great and small.
Me……As we speak, trillions of microbes are going down the drain.
She……Sounds like my portfolio.
Me……..Maybe you should hang up and call your broker.
She……I wonder why they say “Triple A” or “Double A Plus.” Why not say 100, 99, 98?
Me……I like the “Double A Plus.” It makes failure sound like something wonderful.
She……Failure makes you try harder.
Me…….What are we talking about? I suppose you want to speak to Peggy.
She……I forgot what I was calling about.
Me…….That’s OK. I forgot why I’m in the shower. Peggy is in the bathtub.
She........Is she thinking, too, or just getting clean?
Me…….. I can hear her singing.
Him: My sister-in-law is staying with us for a few days.
Me: Is that good news or bad news?
Him: I enjoy her ……..
Me: … for the first hour and a half?
Him: Right. When I visit relatives overnight I always stay at a motel. I like my privacy and expect others do, too.
Me – That’s because you didn’t have any pajama parties as a kid.
Him: I didn’t even have any pajamas.
Me: Now they call them sleepovers. In our day I can hear mother saying, “I never heard of such a thing.” Besides we were so poor…,..
Him: How poor were you?
Me: We were so poor I slept on the kitchen chair.
Him: Who had chairs? The floors was too good for you?
Me: We rented out the floor to pay the rent. I lived on the fire escape.
Him; I was raised on day-old bread and dented cans and thought bread was supposed to be green. I miss fire escapes.
Me: Right. My mother had a love/hate relationship with air. There were two kinds of air; the dreaded draft that caused all disease and fresh air that cured it.
Him: It’s a good thing I had penicillin from the day-old bread to cure me from the miasma.
Me- I think my mother was a visionary.
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