As a writer I’m always looking for that word, that phrase, that has an accompanying visual like no other. And yesterday, I found one.
First I have to say, if you need a jolt of inspiration, imagination or perspiration, spend some time with three older gals. I did, and man, let me tell you. Hilarious! Here’s the conversation at one point. For clarity I’m sharing their nicknames. One is Thelma the other Louise and last, but not least is Miss Daisy. 🙂
Thelma asks, “You know they’re living together.”
Louise counters, “Who?”
Thelma answers,“Maryanne and Dennis.”
Miss Daisy pipes up, “Really?”
There I am, *blink, blink* because not only do I not know who this couple is, I really couldn’t give a rat’s ass that they’re shacking-up. Let’s face it, they were teenagers when the Mayor of Paris asked: Table for 100,000 m’sieur? To Hitler when he entered the city in WWII for cripe’s sake.
Thelma insists, “Yes and there’s a rumor that Ruthie is going to stay over occasionally for a Menage triage.”
Louise and Miss Daisy gasp at the same time: “No!”
And there I am scratching my head. “Menage what?”
Three pairs of “owl eyes* blink at me. I blink back…waiting.
When Thelma snorts, “With the kind of books you write, I would think you’d know what a threesome is.”
Ah, yeah, I’m still blinking. Then it hits me. “Menage a trois. Not triage.”
Louise leans forward and asks me, “What’s the difference?”
She couldn’t be serious? “Healthy participants.”
Miss Daisy is thoughtful after my comment and puts in her two cents. “You think they’ve got the aids? It’s rampant in the elder community.”
Thelma and Louise gasp in unison…again.
And me? Still blinking and doing the WTF thing over and over – really fast in my head. Crapatola! The last place I wanted to be stuck playing broken telephone was with a group of old hens who have just enough marbles between them to be dangerous.
*waves* I love you guys! 😀
I do have to say, all the love aside, they do make me sweat because I never know when one of those WTF moments will pop out in the mainstream.
Or, when one of their newly turned phrases gets to me. Really. Think about that phrase: Menage triage…what a freaking visual!
Riley. *shakes head*