Sunday, January 29, 2017

Clothes Hangers and Chamber Pots


The other day, a neighbor, with a surplus of plastic hangers asked me if I could use some. I thanked her and carried them home. I chuckled as it reminded me, about 60 years ago, my mom asked me to take some hangers over to a neighbor. I did it but I objected on the grounds that it was embarrassing to walk down the street with hangers. My mom put things into perspective with a funny comment. "Well it's not like I am asking you to walk down the street with a turd in a chamber pot."
     Even 60 years ago, I couldn't think of a single person who would have wanted a turd in a chamber pot.

Door to Door

After ringing the doorbell, she stood on the stoop waiting for someone to answer. She could see someone moving inside so she tried knocking on the door. A young man finally answered. Taking in his disheveled appearance and pajamas, she said, “Oh I woke you. I’m so sorry. I’ll just leave you with this.” She took a pamphlet from her sample case. “I hope you can get back to sleep.” 
“What’s this?” he asked grumpily. “Watch Tower?”
“No, Fuller Brush.”
“Oh, my mom used to buy Fuller Brush.”
“Mine, too,” she replied.
“Really! I didn’t know it had been around that long!”
She chuckled.
He blushed and said, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to imply that you are old.”
Still chuckling, she said, “It is what it is. I’m supplementing my Social Security.”
He laughed and accepted the pamphlet.
She turned to leave. “Sweet Dreams.”
“Come back,” he called out.
“Sure, just call the number on the back and I’ll be happy to show you the products at your convenience.”
“No, I mean now. You remind me of my grandma,” he added impishly with a twinkle in his eye.

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