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.
He 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.
The Daily Post Challenge, The Luckiest People.