POP! GOES THE EGO

Maggie put down her glass of iced tea, looked across the table at me, and spoke in a ruminative tone, “You know, Mel, it’s a funny thing..”, She paused to get her thoughts in order, then continued, “The three most important men in my life, the ones who mattered most to me personally, ….” Another pause.

I waited for her to finish. Maggie and I had lived together for a time several years earlier. The awkwardness of the break-up had been more or less forgotten. Eventually, we resumed being the friends we were before the feelings blossomed and subsequently withered, like a plant that fruits only once, yet lives on. On this particular day, I had been helping her and her 6 year-old daughter move into a government-subsidized housing development. Jessica was in the living room watching cartoons while we were on hiatus. The talk had turned to remember-whens about old friends and times. I sipped my own tea and watched her gray eyes, bright with positive memories.

“My life would be completely different, not for the better, either, although I guess you just never know….” I sat up straighter, curious as to who the other two men might be.

“All three, and it’s so strange what’s in common, Well, not strange, but coincidental.” Lordy, she could stretch out a story. What was it? Quirky sense of humor? Black hair? Or something more,  personal, more intimate?

“They were all named Dave. Isn’t that something?”

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3 responses to this post.

  1. I believe there is an appropriate game show sound for that last line. 😀 but since you mentioned pop and I, music 😀 “it’s Wednesday night Hammond organ recital night…take it away, Skutters.” – Red Dwarf

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  2. I do believe you are suggesting that I got zonked!

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  3. Too Many Daves
    By Theodor Geisel

    Did I ever tell you that Mrs. McCave
    Had twenty-three sons and she named them all Dave?
    Well, she did. And that wasn’t a smart thing to do.
    You see, when she wants one and calls out, “Yoo-Hoo!
    Come into the house, Dave!” she doesn’t get one.
    All twenty-three Daves of hers come on the run!
    This makes things quite difficult at the McCaves’
    As you can imagine, with so many Daves.
    And often she wishes that, when they were born,
    She had named one of them Bodkin Van Horn
    And one of them Hoos-Foos. And one of them Snimm.
    And one of them Hot-Shot. And one Sunny Jim.
    And one of them Shadrack. And one of them Blinkey.
    And one of them Stuffy. And one of them Stinkey.
    Another one Putt-Putt. Another one Moon Face.
    Another one Marvin O’Gravel Balloon Face.
    And one of them Ziggy. And one Soggy Muff.
    One Buffalo Bill. And one Biffalo Buff.
    And one of them Sneepy. And one Weepy Weed.
    And one Paris Garters. And one Harris Tweed.
    And one of them Sir Michael Carmichael Zutt
    And one of them Oliver Boliver Butt
    And one of them Zanzibar Buck-Buck McFate …
    But she didn’t do it. And now it’s too late.

    Theodore Geisel (Dr. Seuss), “Too Many Daves” from The Sneetches and Other Stories (New York: Random House, 1961). � & © 1961 Dr. Seuss Enterprises, L.P. All Rights Reserved.

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