Mostly True Memoirs

The Misfortunes of Others

I know, I know, I KNOW.

It’s wrong to laugh at the misfortunes of others…

Today I was at the pharmacy.

With two diabetic kids, I am always at the pharmacy.

I was making my purchase at the counter when an angry and belligerent young man rushed up.

He was yelling and pounding his fists and making a scene.

He was furious because the pharmacy was out of pregnancy tests.

The clerk and I looked at each other and started to laugh.

So we both looked away.

I’m sure that the pharmacy staff has been trained to never laugh at the customers.

I, however, have had no such training.

And now I really want to know why there has been a run on pregnancy tests.

If I get struck by lightening any time soon, it will be because I laughed.

Poor guy.

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Road Trip

Road trip!

On our drive across the country,

we took an unscheduled detour to Taos, New Mexico.

What a beautiful little city!

Unfortunately, I developed a bloody nose that lasted two days.

It wasn’t a bad one.

Just a slow, annoying drip.

I’m certain it was caused by the altitude.

Bob suggested that maybe it was the attitude.

Ha!

My traveling companion thinks he’s a comedian.

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SAGE ADVICE

I had a birthday this week.

I am older and wiser.

I am now in a position to offer sage advice.

Here it is –

Don’t ever place a plastic dish

on a pre-heated cast-iron griddle

and then busy yourself with other things.

You will regret it.

The smell will scar your brain.

For life.

I’m not saying that I actually did this incredibly stupid thing.

I’m just offering some sage words of wisdom…

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SOCKS

The tornado sirens were going off.

We had plenty of warning.

This storm was predicted.

Our shelter was prepared.

We had blankets and pillows.

A leash for the dog.

Extra cables and batteries for the phones.

An ax and a crowbar in case we need to claw our way out.

I even made a point to wear shoes and socks instead of flip flops.

In case of rubble.

But there was one thing that I hadn’t prepared for.

My socks were the kind that sagged under my feet with every step.

Sock bumps!

This is going to seriously impede any kind of rescue effort.

I don’t know which is worse – sock bumps or tornadoes.

At any rate, the storm passed over us without incident.

My first plan of action was to change my socks.

Now I’m ready for the next round of storms.

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THIS DAY IN HISTORY

Philip Roth died one year ago today, May 22, 2018.

I did not know that.

Thank goodness for the internet.

I might have gone my whole life without knowing that bit of trivia.

My parents LOVED Portnoy’s Complaint.

I had never read it, but finally, after finding this book on a “must read” list, I dove in.

I hated it.

Philip Roth, through Alex Portnoy, inspired an entire generation of men to follow his overbearing, self-absorbed and whiny example.

Ick.

I will not be reading any more Roth.

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