Over 30 years ago dave and I went to a party at the home of a recording engineer that we used a lot.
Even though he was married I had heard that he was sleeping with a girl who worked in the studio, maybe as a secretary or as an assistant engineer. I’m not sure. It was a long time ago so some of the details are kind of vague to me.
When we got to the party I was surprised to see that he had hired the studio girl to tend bar. His wife was older and not as pretty as this girl but she was really nice and very warm and charming. Obviously she had no clue as to the relationship between her husband and the girl.
To say that this didn’t make me happy would be an understatement. I thought he was a real shit and I had no use at all for her.
Never one to keep my opinions to myself, I had plenty of snotty things to say in what I assumed was out of her earshot.
I did say to him “Your girlfriend is real classy. I love the way she snaps her gum”.
I never gave her another thought.
About ten years later dave was doing a few jingles for a major advertising agency. He told me that one of the heads of the agency would stop by and leave a tape.
She got there a few minutes before dave got home. She looked vaguely familiar but I didn’t recognize her until she asked me for a napkin.
“I know how it irritates you when someone cracks their gum so I’ll just spit it out”
All I could do was mumble something with a shit eating grin on my face.
Not long after that I went to an art show. The artist was very talented and he had a gofer there who ran around getting everyone drinks or whatever they wanted.
Still shaky from my previous experience, I was very friendly towards him and I think we even gave him a ride home.
And don’t ya’ know about 3 years later I met him on the street and he remembered me.
He was delivering for “Mr. Sushi” and offered me a free california roll.
Very funny. Snapping gum is never acceptable.
Mattie, how come you never wrote about Emile’s passing away in March?
I actually did but it was difficult for personal reasons.
Yes, can understand that. I guess it was the association with ex and Emile and the past. With the passing of Emile, I feel as if everyone I’ve known most of my life is gone. Odd feeling.
Barbara, who are you?
Just wanted to drop you a few lines to let you know how much I enjoy the small glimpses into your life.
I’m sitting here at work with a full-blown sinus infection, beginning another day of analyzing and creating spreadsheets (which is actually fun, if you’re that kind of brain), and snuck in a quick peek at your blog. I’ve seen this post before but it still helped bring a smile to my allergy-puffy face.
Thank you very much,
That really makes me happy.