I'Ll Never Forget What's Her Name
I’ll never forget What’s Her Name
The one with the long black hair that was always dying the tips?
No.
The one with the curly red hair who came on to me at the Christmas party?
WHAT Christmas party?
Never mind.
She was the one who had the goats she dyed pink.
Oh, yeah, I remember that one. Her sweaters were always too tight.
They were?
Don’t you remember that?
I certainly do not. Why would I be looking at her sweaters.
I look at him suspiciously. And why would you?
He dives into his eggs like a starving man.
The one who lived down the road.
What year? He is mumbling now, pretending his mouth is full.
The one with that crazy husband.
Oh, the guy who took his tractor apart in little bitty pieces?
No. The one who named his horse Patty Whacker.
Oh, yeah, What’s His Name.
You KNOW his name, I say. You used to go fishing with him.
I don’t remember that.
Every Saturday!
Her name was Sheila, he says. Knowing full well her name.
She was his cousin after all.
Now that I remember, I wish I had started with that.
Written 9-13-2019
Contest: I’ll Never Forget What’s Her Name
Sponsor: John Lawless
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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