I hit the road at the crack of mid morning arriving at My friend Ron's about noon and toured his garden. His garden is large; no wimpy little veggie patch for Ron. His garden is more like plowing, planting and maintaining the back forty. Ron does organic gardening, eschewing all forms of insecticide. Needless to say he composts. Ron is very, very green.
But, you ask what the hell does this have with the "Mile High Club"???? Nudge, nudge, hee, hee...well frankly not a damn thing......The mile high club is an exclusive entity. It has nothing to do with the original meaning , of airplane fame, of a few years ago; I will explain:
After dinner and wonderful conversation ( now don't get rude, we're talking
first dictionary meaning) and a scotch or perhaps two...........ah yes, summer is a commin' in......... The basic need to relieve myself comes upon me...so I seek out the loo, which is off the dining area. Ron in all his greenness has had the wisdom to install a large strip of fly paper at the midway point of entrance.. I stride towards the door. My hair becomes entangled in the flypaper which is encrusted with it's intended victims .I am grossed out.. I am a pteronarcophobiac, something I never realized before...... When I shared with Ron what happened , he was quite unperturbed....He simply informed me that walking into the fly paper made me a member of the Mile High Club. I asked him who the other members were. he said his brother, who did the same thing..walked into the fly paper. When he said this it seemed extremely funny, perhaps it had to do with having had two Scotches. The next morning, upon reflection.. it made absolutely no sense.. pero asi es la vida ... I'm trying free association fly, flies , plane is this how we get there from here? I'm so confused. As my mother would say.. tomorrow is another day.
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more word association...
fly away hair, shoo fly pie, landing strip, (scotch)bottle nose flies, hairless strippers, Heidi Fliess...okay, someone stop me :)
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