Jul 10, 2008 15:16
When I went home, I bought Myrna (my 'landlady') a pair of deerskin gloves when she mentioned how much she liked mine. The day after I got home (Monday?), I took her the gloves. She was absolutely fascinated with them - being new leather, they squeaked when she flexed her fingers. Now, it doesn't take much to entertain Myrna - for example, after playing with the gloves for a minute, she saw an anole skip out from behind the gutter. She'd been talking about the gloves, but then it went something like this:
"It's just so cool! I rub them together and they stick but when I put them on my face, they're all soft-Lizard!"
I'm not kidding.
Well, Eddie (her husband) has come outside by this point, and is just standing there, shaking his head and grinning. I asked him, "You deal with this every day, all day?"
"Yep," he replied. "Every day."
"You picked her," I said. Meanwhile, Myrna is trying to make the lizard come out from where he's gone back behind the gutter so she can pet him. Keep in mind that Myrna is middle-aged. She has a daughter my age and a son a couple years older.
"Yeah, well," he says. "You know, I like her. She's easy and cheap." Myrna's given up on the lizard and walks back over. Eddie's grin gets a little bigger. "Easy and cheap. That's what I like best about her."
Myrna's grin is just as big as Eddie's. "Yep, and I'm easily excited about little things!"
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