I'm a people watcher to the extent where I can sit, pretty much any place, for hours and, you know, make other people wonder, "Why IS she staring at me like that?!?"
Because, it's in my genes, along with a weird sort of magnetism, or ability to draw complete strangers into sharing their WHOLE life story (I'm a good listener, too) oh, and certain parts of my body are extremely follicle-ly gifted (you're welcome!) I get it from my dad.
My father volunteered to be pool monitor (checks badges, accepts tickets from visitors) a couple hours, twice a week, this summer and if you've ever hung around the geriatric set (figuratively AND literally speaking) then you would probably understand when he tells you, "Izzzzz no pic-a-nik!"
It was his last day (as pool monitor) but, he did not want to go, because it was between the hours of "NO splashing" and "They're not OUR grandkids."
I said that I would go with him, anyway, just to keep him company and it would give him (and me) the chance to sit and make fun of the...I mean...interact with the rest of the villagers.
"Did you ask permission to take pictures?"
You know, it was SUCH a beautiful day and I really could have sat there for hours, I don't believe the cement was very interested in what I was doing, really.
"I em herrrrr perrrrrrmeeeeee-shun!"
I mean, he IS the pool monitor and, honestly, the pool chairs and loungers didn't seem to mind, either.
My kids think their grandfather is funny (me, too) but, sometimes they have a real hard time figuring out whether Papa is being serious, or not (ditto) like, when he tells them how he, you know, hates senior citizens.
"Oh, okay, YOU gave her permission, uh-uh, and you are?"
Okay, not really, it's just, well, at this point, my father feels life is too short to worry about Jackwagons, who insist on acting all, you know, Jackwagon-y.
"I em fin-eeeshed speaking to you."
Me, too... AND... I really, really hate it when people get all patronize-y, like that!
"Sir, really, you're not making any friends, talking down to people, like that."
[eyes go wide]
"Oh, I forrrrget, you did not meet my frrrrrend Joe...Joe, dis izzzz my dah-terrrr."
[one beat, two beats]
"Yeah, I noticed the resemblence."
UGH! That Papa! He's so, so funny.
"Nice to meet you, too!"
Morale of the Story: If a man insisted always on being serious, and never allowed himself a bit of fun and relaxation, he would go mad or become unstable without knowing it. ~ Herodotus
Aaaaaand, THEN, make it HIS life's mission to drive us womenz right off the deep end...riiiiiiiiight?!?
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