My wife had a dear friend that was like this. My wife would get a call from her, exchange a couple pleasantries, then her friend would start off like this. My wife would put down the phone, go do something for ten or fifteen minutes, then pick up the phone. Her friend was still talking, utterly unaware my wife had been gone.
The only roomie I ever had was my older sister (Melody!) We had so much martial arts and weight training equipment in one bedroom that we had bunk beds in the other bedroom. We were hired as voice actors to dub television and movies into Tsa-la-ghi, the Cherokee language. Melody would recite her lines, in Cherokee, in her sleep. My favorite was when she was doing perky Sara Jan Smith from Doctor Who.
Pete… I think that we all have a someone like that. Can’t get a word into the conversation… don’t bother to try. Do they still talk? Your wife’s dear friend and your wife? I guess, it’d be more like, does she still listen?
Yat… That’s a new term for me… and I HAD a record player.
RN… Yes, indeed… the notes would be the better of the two communication options.
UB… Ha! Did you call her Mel? Wow…. you sure have lead an interesting life… Mel, too, sounds like.
Actually, my sister was always just Melody. I had the whole sack full of nicknames, usually just Fox (which people still call me) and in school I was often called Mowgli (because of the resemblance) and my sister called me Usdi, Cherokee for ‘Little One’. My real name was too strange.
Ah. I would never have figured that out. I’ve never been to Disneyland! But I figured it was there for a reason….. you tricksey artistes always include details like that for a reason! lol
My wife had a dear friend that was like this. My wife would get a call from her, exchange a couple pleasantries, then her friend would start off like this. My wife would put down the phone, go do something for ten or fifteen minutes, then pick up the phone. Her friend was still talking, utterly unaware my wife had been gone.
In the old days, we would say she was vaccinated with a phonograph needle.
Kids today wouldn’t understand the metaphor.
Surely Mel would prefer the little notes to this.
The only roomie I ever had was my older sister (Melody!) We had so much martial arts and weight training equipment in one bedroom that we had bunk beds in the other bedroom. We were hired as voice actors to dub television and movies into Tsa-la-ghi, the Cherokee language. Melody would recite her lines, in Cherokee, in her sleep. My favorite was when she was doing perky Sara Jan Smith from Doctor Who.
Pete… I think that we all have a someone like that. Can’t get a word into the conversation… don’t bother to try. Do they still talk? Your wife’s dear friend and your wife? I guess, it’d be more like, does she still listen?
Yat… That’s a new term for me… and I HAD a record player.
RN… Yes, indeed… the notes would be the better of the two communication options.
UB… Ha! Did you call her Mel? Wow…. you sure have lead an interesting life… Mel, too, sounds like.
Beware people whose eyes never seem to focus, they have no awareness of your social cues 9 out of 10 times.
Actually, my sister was always just Melody. I had the whole sack full of nicknames, usually just Fox (which people still call me) and in school I was often called Mowgli (because of the resemblance) and my sister called me Usdi, Cherokee for ‘Little One’. My real name was too strange.
Trev… yes, the eyes were intentional…
UB… Gotcha. Mowgli makes me chuckle. You did were something more than a loincloth right?
*** Did anybody notice the picture on the wall?
I did but the significance escapes me unfortunately.
Trev… It’s a portrait that hangs in Disneyland’s Haunted Mansion. Symbolism.
Ah. I would never have figured that out. I’ve never been to Disneyland! But I figured it was there for a reason….. you tricksey artistes always include details like that for a reason! lol
A bad sammy in the fridge, it may have belonged to a gull.
Trev… yah… sometimes I plant stuff… obscure stuff… but stuff.
Jack… Yah… I’m not sure a GULL would even eat that!