Thursday, February 05, 2015
The Attractions of Stupid
-Grandpa, is everybody in Stupid, stupid?
-No, Haspel, we got mad at each other once
upon a time, and some people started a new town.
They said a modern one, not fuddy-duddy.
-Fud...?
-Old.
-Like you?
-Precisely.
-Mommy name old!
-Isolde? A pretty name, Haspel!
When the child left, his pockets stuffed with
cookies, the newlyweds swept in. Damn near
40, both, he mused, and acting like kids.
His other daughter, Mauve, spoke first. "Well, we're
moving to Stupid!"
"Yeah, everything's new there!"
"Daddy calls it Flashtrash," laughed Mauve.
"Then you'd love our new apartment. All the latest!
Furnished! We even got to pick the colors of the
appliances and bathroom!"
"So we picked mauve, of course! We even have a mauve
bidet!" He loved her the less for this last degrading idea.
"Is there even a bidet in this ancient burg?" hubby inquired.
"Of course, my Simple Love. To cool the Ahhhfter Dinner Wine!"
"Ah! Ahhhfter Dinner wine! Separates us from the savages!"
They went on in this Saturday Night Live manner, Grandpa
merely smiling. After some moments, they turned serious,
started using Stupid Borough’s proper name...after some
Rock 'n Roll chanteuse.
The couple leaves, and he finally realizes he has failed
with Mauve. The idiot was never his responsibility.
He pours an after-dinner wine. Not the accepted time,
but why not be daring?
Labels: bidet, Conservative, daughter, flash, fuddy-duddy, marriage, Rock 'n Roll, town, wine
