What was their name again?
When I paint I will listen to my friends via the phone line.
I put them on speaker.
I rarely ever call them any other time.
Unless I am driving.
I have mastered the skill of throwing in pauses and sighs at the right time.
My “hmmm?”s “what’s” and “okay then”’s are semi-automtic.
I congratulate myself on getting by with this
until I ask “What was their name again?”
and they say “Jesus”.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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