RED HATTERS CELEBRATE 25 YEARS – Alumni
STRANGE OLD LADY
A very weird thing has happened.
I have no idea who she is, where she came from, or how she got in.
I certainly didn’t invite her.
All I know is that one day she wasn’t here and the next day she was.
She’s very clever. She manages to keep out of sight for the
most part; but whenever I look into the mirror, I catch a glimpse
of her there; and when I look into the mirror directly to check
my appearance, suddenly she’s hogging the whole thing, completely
obliterating my gorgeous face and body. It’s very disconcerting.
I tried screaming at her to leave but she just screams back, grimacing horribly.
She’s really rather frightening.
If she’s going to hang around, the least she could do is offer
to pay rent. But no. Every once in a while I do find a couple
of dollar bills on the kitchen counter, or some loose change
on my bureau or on the floor, but that certainly isn’t enough.
In fact, though I don’t like to jump to conclusions, I think she steals
money from me regularly. I go to the ATM and withdraw a
hundred dollars and few days later, it’s gone.
I certainly don’t go through it that fast, so I can only conclude
that the old lady pilfers it.
You’d think she’d spend some of it on wrinkle cream.
God knows, she needs it. and the money isn’t the only thing she’s taking.
Food seems to disappear at an alarming rate.
Especially the good stuff –ice-cream, cookies, candy — I
just can’t keep them in the house. She really has a sweet tooth.
She should watch it; she’s really putting on the pounds.
I think she realizes that, and to make herself feel better,
I know she is tampering with my scale so I’ll think that
I’m gaining weight, too. For an old lady, she’s really
quite childish. She also gets into my closets when I’m not home
and alters all my cloths. They’re getting tighter and
tighter every day.
Another thing:
I wish she would stop messing with my files and the papers on
my desk. I can’t find a thing any more. This is particularly
hard to deal with because I’m extremely neat and organized;
but she manages to jumble everything us so nothing is where it’s suppose to be.
Furthermore, when I program my VCR to tape something important,
she fiddles with it after I leave the room so it records
the wrong channel or shuts off completely. She finds innumerable,
imaginative ways to irritate me. She gets to my newspapers,
magazines, and mail before me — and blurs all the print;
and she’s done something sinister with the volume controls
on my TV, radio and phone. Now all I hear are mumbles and whispers.
She’s also made my stairs steeper, my vacuum cleaner heavier,
all my knobs and faucets hard to turn and my bed higher and a
real challenge to climb into and out of. Furthermore,
she gets to my groceries as soon as I shelve them and applies
super glue to the tops of every jar and bottle so they’re
just about impossible to open. Is this any way to repay my hospitality?
I don’t even get any respite at night. More than once,
her snoring has awakened me. I don’t know why she can’t do
something about that. It’s very unattractive.
As if all this isn’t bad enough, she is no longer cofineing
her malevolence to the house. She’s now found a way to sneak
into my car with me and follows me wherever I go.
I see her reflection in store windows as I pass, and she’s
taken all the fun out of clothes shopping, because her
penchant for monopolizing mirrors has extended to dressing rooms.
When I try something on, she dons an identical outfit –
– which looks rediculous on her — and then stands
directly in front of me so I can’t see how great it looks on me!
I thought she couldn’t get any meaner than that, but
yesterday she proved me wrong. She had the nerve to come
with me when I went to have some passport pictures taken, and
actually stepped in front of the camera just as the shutter clicked.
Disaster! I have never seen such a horrible picture.
How can I go abroad now? No customs official is ever going
to believe that crone scowling from my passport is me.
She’s walking on very thin ice.
If she keeps this up, I swear, I’ll put her in a home.
On second thought, I shouldn’t be too hasty.
First, I think I’ll check with the IRS and see if
I can claim her as a dependent.
(sigh ….. bet that strange old lady is on “her” puter too!
What’s a body to do??????
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