The Luckiest People

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The Luckiest People

I don’t encounter many people on a daily basis now. In fact, I don’t really encounter anyone but family and that’s not everyday, except the wife of course. However, this morning was different, and at just before 9:00am, the doorbell rang. I tend to go into a panic when I’m not expecting anyone, and I usually have a million thoughts zip through my head in a nano-second. ‘Have I got my teeth in? Is my hair a mess? Am I wearing clothes? What if it’s someone I don’t want to see?’ like the guy who reads the electric meter and I have to move half the house so he can take a reading.

I made it to the front door complete with clothes, dentures and hair combed. Ah, it was the postman. ‘Good morning’ he said, standing there soaked from tip to toe. ‘Will you sign this please?’ ‘Good morning’ I replied and signed his little pad that was also soaking wet. He handed me what looked like another CD to go with the 1000’s of other CD’s we have and a couple of letters.  I thanked him and was about to close the door when I realised he was looking down at my feet.

SlippersHe looked back at my face, then back at my feet while I just kept looking at him. ‘What?’ I asked him. ‘Are those your slippers?’ he asked. I looked down and then the blood drained from my face. I was wearing the wife’s slippers which I must have stepped into in the panic that set in when the door bell rang. Those silly slippers that your Granny used to wear. To make matters worse, the milkman decides to turn up with his delivery, and immediately the postman turns to him and says, ‘he’s wearing the wives slippers’. Before I could get a word in, the milkman came back with ‘that’s probably not all he’s wearing of hers!’

They both nodded turned away and walked down the garden path while I closed the door and kicked the damn slippers off my feet. I can go days, perhaps weeks without seeing any strangers, then two turn up and I make a complete plonker of myself! I’d say they were the luckiest people today.

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  • Scott
    November 27, 2015

    I know how it feels. When our oldest daughter was one year old a neighbor stepped to the door and cUght me demo-ing her tiny tricycle. He did say a word. He didn’t have to.

    • admin
      November 27, 2015

      Oh dear!

  • angloswiss
    November 28, 2015

    Thanks for the chuckle to go with my breakfast, that was really funny. Luckily I have bigger feet than Mr. Swiss, otherwise you never know.

    • admin
      November 28, 2015

      You’re welcome, and thanks.

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