Sunday means streaming…stream of consciousness (thank Jana here)…so that’s exactly what I will do for this 11th day of NaBloPoMo (it's actually getting a little easier to type as the days wind on).
My plan for these five minutes of unedited writing is just to wing it because I had a weird (I always seem to have some sort of
weird) conversation starter this weekend that I thought was sharable. Something I would never say.
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I just returned from a girls’
weekend at the lake. It was lovely getting to know a few women I hardly know.
Two I know fairly well (including the hostess) and one I know extremely well. I
like to sleep in my own bed, just do, so I didn’t stay there.
Since I had to drive home at night, I was
not imbibing :-(, which was fine because it gave me the opportunity to observe, ask
questions and listen. Right up my alley!
One of the ladies that falls into
the “sort of know” category has a son who spent his first full-time summer at
the lake. Most laker kids, or “water rats”, have spent all their summers in
rural Indiana. It’s a pretty tight group who has known each other since birth.
Almost like cousins. There are probably 13 of them.
This kid (my friend’s son), I
don’t know well which is saying something because most kids run through my
house once a day at least. He is trouble, been arrested several times, etc. and
from the time my son was young I counseled him to keep his distance (Matt
doesn’t need any assistance in that regard, who does?).
That’s the background.
So this woman sits down next to
me with her 3rd or 4th glass of wine in hand and says…”my son (not using name) came home at the beginning of the summer and said, “Matt F (that’s my guy) is a dick (her
word).”
I said, “oh, really. Why’s that?”
Then I just sat back and let her
talk wondering where theconversation was headed. I knew she’d eventually either
stick her foot in her mouth and/or dig herself a giant hole.
It took only 3 minutes of
patience to get my answer.
Who starts a conversation with
someone like that?
