I’ll Take Thingy’s for $100, Alex…

Gazing out the dining room window, Mom turned to Bill, who was six feet away in the kitchen trying to pound a chicken breast into a 16 inch pancake for schnitzel, and asked “What’s that?”

“What’s what?” he said sadly, realizing that he was going to be a contestant on the dinner-time game show Guess What I Mean.

“That thing over there?”

“Over where?”

“There, in back by the who’s its”

“What who’s its?”

“You know, the thingy on top of the whatchamacallit.”

“Mom,” he said with a sigh, as he turned to face her, meat mallet in hand.  “What thingy on which whatchamacallit are you talking  about.”

She pointed her somewhat palsied finger towards the backyard in the general direction of the patio.  “Right there.  That thingy.”

“Do you mean the cactus garden on the table?”

“No, the thing next to it.”

“The solar light?” he asked, hopefully.

“Is that what that is?  Does it light up?”

“Yes, once it’s dark.”, thinking isn’t that what lights do.

“Oh, I wondered because I’ve never seen it before.”

“It’s been there ever since we had Lupe lay the patio – about 9 months ago.  You’ve asked me at least twice before what it was”

“I mean I’ve never seen it lit up,” she replied.

“That’s because you make us put the blinds down at dinner time,” he responded.

“Well, I don’t want people watching me eat.”

“I thought everyone else was eating dinner then too,” he commented, thinking who would be interested in seeing you eat.

“Oh, no.  Most of them are already done.  We eat pretty late now that you guys are here.”

“Really?” he said.  “Six-o’clock is late?  Well aren’t we cosmopolitan.”

Bill continued to pound the chicken with a new frustration mumbling “all she had to do was ask what’s that round thing by the cactus gaarden on the patio table.”

Another losing round on Guess What I Mean…(The schnitzel was really thin that night).

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