My Wednesday’s Guest today is my friend Slim Randles. If it wasn’t for him, I would probably have a lot of blank pages on Wednesdays. (smile) Thanks to Slim for being so generous with his work. He doesn’t get paid for this. I don’t get paid for this. We just do it because we like to share the stories and have a chuckle or two. And while Slim is making us smile here, I am over at The Blood Red Pencil having a bit of fun. Enjoy….
The car pulled up in front of the sign that said βFly Tying Love Center.β
Marvin lifted the magnifying lenses above his head and got up from his fly-tying bench and walked to the front room. He looked out the window at the woman staring at his sign.
βDo you know her, Marge?β
βMrs. Richardson. Ardisβs mom. She might have a first name but I donβt know what it is.β
Mrs. Richardson was admitted and smiled.
βDo love flies work for people my age?β she asked. βBecause if theyβre just for kids, it wonβt do me any good, will it? Well, I was saying to Ardis just this morning, if you think a love fly will help me find a guy, maybe I should go over and see Marvin Pincus, thatβs what I told her and she said, βMother, thatβs a good idea. I know Marvin and Marjorie and theyβre really nice people.β Now wasnβt that nice of her to say that? Of course it was. Well, Marvin, may I call you Marvin? Good. Well, Marvin, you see, ever since I lost Mr. Richardson β¦ he passed about 10 years ago now. You might have known him, worked down at the water company, and he was one of their best employees, too. Well, ever since he passed, Iβve been kind of lonely, you know? Of course you do. Thatβs how you can help all these people with the love flies. So will you tie one for me? I was hoping you would. Where do you want me to sit?β
Marvin pointed to the green easy chair in the consulting room/fly tying parlor and excused himself for a minute to retrieve something from the laundry room. Then he came back in and sat at his vise and began tying a larger than usual fly.
ββ¦ certainly I have Ardis, but she wants to have her own life, too, you know. You know those young folks, right? So here I am, ready to find someone and get your advice on finding the right man and getting that lucky love fly. Iβve heard you have done really well with other people, and this is really exciting for me. You donβt talk much, do you? Well, thatβs not necessarily bad. Mr. Richardson didnβt talk much, either. Sometimes heβd leave me little notes when he left for work, but when he was home he was awfully quiet. Talked with Ardis a lot, though. Never could figure that out. Men are strange, arenβt they?β
Marvin held his hand up for silence, then handed her what look like a large bass bug tied on a wooden clothespin.
βThat looks like a wooden clothespinβ¦β
βIt is,β Marvin said, holding up his hand for silence again. βMy sincere advice to you, Mrs. Richardson, is when you meet a good man, clip this fly to your ear lobe and itβll remind you to just smile and not say anything.β
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Brought to you by Home Country (the book).
Some feminists would not be happy with this post, but I thought it was cute!
Morgan Mandel
http://www.morganmandel.com
I though he was going to use the clothespin to clip her lips together. π
LOL, LD, I hadn’t thought of that.
I’m glad you found the post fun, Morgan.