Miss Cherry just loooovesss those random conversations that
make life too fun. Little celebrations of the ridiculous events that resonate.
So, it was the beyond random conversation with the New Service Customer Service
Cutie at her soon to be Cable, Internet and TV provider…somewhere in the
Midwest…that triggered a memory for Cherry…and it went something like this…
“So, Ma’am…do you want the bundled package? And how soon do
want the install?”
“ASAP, and Yes. I am in desperate need of internet…as it’s
ruining my life to not have it right now. And, about the TV…I haven’t had cable
in a year. I shut it down because I was saturated.”
“Oh, I get it. What did you watch?”
“Well, I had pneumonia for over 27 weeks last year…and spent
month after month…laying on the couch…in a pool of sweat…unable to breathe or
move…unable to write or talk. The only thing I could really do was push the
buttons on my remote. So…I got hooked on all of The Real Housewives. All of
them. Matter of fact, I got hooked on everything. History Channel, SyFy Channel,
Food Network, Cooking Channel, Crime Shows…you name it…I was hooked on it. That
time frame pickled my brain on so many levels.”
“I get it. I was in a car accident last year…and spent 9
months in a bed…unable to move. All you do is watch TV. I got hooked on Law and
Order, NCIS, all of the crime channels, and How I Met Your Mother. I’m
saturated too. And, here I work for a cable company.”
We laughed. I expressed my sympathy for her accident. She
understood. I understood.
“You know, sweetie…(she’s only 20 years old…same age as my
son)…haven’t you found that since you have been watching these crime and
detective shows…you notice things you haven’t noticed before?”
“Oh, yes!!!!! I see
details in everything. Sometimes they mess with my head.”
“I know…me too. So, I’m laying there watching…Children Who
Kill…and I’m going through my mental list of my kid’s friends thinking…who do I
need to watch closely?”
And she laughs.
“I have a funny story about my new CSI skills, if you want
to hear it?”
“Yes, Ma’am…you are making me laugh…and making my day.
Please, do! (and she starts belly laughing)”
So, I start telling her about meeting a guy that was…”the
one”…for one of my friends. Of course, he wasn’t “the one”…and she is now with
the proper “the one”…but it’s a great story of using all of those CSI skills in
real life dating scenarios. Anyway…it
goes like this…
“Cherry, you have to meet him. He’s perfect. What an amazing
guy!!!!!! Please! Please, come by the restaurant where we are…so you can meet
him and tell me what you think.”
So, I agree…and drive 45 minutes to walk into a sports
bar/restaurant…to meet Mr. Perfect. I walk in and they are sitting at the
bar…which places me flanking the corner with him…and I’m to his right. He is
extremely nice. Full scotch and water sitting in front of him…my friend with
her wine. He orders me a drink. I order a small appetizer. It comes…I share…and
at one point…I drop my napkin from the barstool to the floor. I bend down to
try to reach it…and I see a huge pool of golden liquid.
To the bartender…“Excuse me, Sir. But I think someone has
spilled something on the floor here…and you might want to send someone to clean
it up before someone steps into it and possibly falls. It’s pretty large, so
you might want to bring a mop.”
Mr. Perfect chimes in…”Oh, I spilled my beer earlier.” And I
think…”hmmmm, he’s drinking scotch and water. This has happened since I have
been sitting here.”
“When did you spill your beer?”
“Earlier, before you came.” To which my girlfriend chimes in…”But,
you aren’t drinking beer.” Silence.
So, I bend down to investigate. After all, I have been
watching CSI (Crime Scene Investigation) for over a year, and all those skills
are now in the forefront of my mind. I am now…a Forensic Goddess. Time to
figure this shit out.
“Well, let me see. If you had been drinking a beer, and it
had fallen from this height…assuming it wasn’t a glass mug or container…it
would have spilled and bounced…or broken. No glass. And, I see that they are
serving beer in glass. In addition, there is no splatter.”
“Splatter? What in the Hell are you talking about? I dropped
my beer.”
“No, actually you didn’t. If you check closely, the edges of
this rather large puddle are solid, which means this has come from a single
source…continuous stream. Might I add, there is no splatter. That is very
important. There is always splatter with a drop. It’s an impact thing.”
Mr. Perfect is very angry right now…and honestly, I’m just
tired and investigating. I feel it is my solemn duty to check this man out for
my girlfriend. First red flag, big drinker…possible alcoholic. Second flag…he’s
a big, fat liar. He didn’t drop shit…there…was…no…splatter.
So, he excuses himself and walks towards the restrooms. I
watch him walk. Every single time his right foot touches down…splatters…two to
three little drops. Houston, we have a problem. But, this is something I’m
going to have discuss with my girlfriend in the light of day. Never seen this
before…nope…this is a new one.
He comes back, and I excuse myself to leave. “Nice to meet
you, Mr. Perfect. Have a nice night.” To which he says…”Wait, Cherry. We’re
going CW dancing, meeting Gigi and Lili. You should join us.”
I don’t. The next day, I hear from my girlfriend, who says…”Isn’t
he perfect? The only thing about him is that he has a sweating problem. Only on
the front. He sweated all night. I stopped dancing with him, because he got the
front of my clothes wet. He got Gigi and Lili wet too. Then, he spent the
night, and sweat all over my bed. It’s soaked. What’s the best way to remove
sweat from a mattress? Can you come over and help me figure this whole mattress
thing out? Also, I probably need to clean the leather in my Mercedes. He sweat
all over that as well.”
Silence. “Sweetheart, I should have pulled you aside last
night…but I wanted to think about it. He isn’t perfect, even though I know you
really like him. He isn’t Mr. Perfect…He’s Mr. Pee Pants. All of that is urine.”
Horror. Shock. Crying. Understandably. Which made me jump in
my car and head to her home. We investigated all of the scenes of the crime…and
determined…he’s Mr. Pee Pants. So, my friend calls him to confront him. He says
he can’t control it when he’s drinking. Why? He’s a hideous, advanced
alcoholic. And honestly, he doesn’t care. I guess peeing on the floor of a
restaurant bar is just another day in the life of this man.
The kicker is…she kept dating him. Compassion. So, it wasn’t
until several weeks later, when we were all sitting in her home for her Christmas Party…with her sister
and sister’s family, other family, friends…it all came to a head. He just stood there, and without a care in the world...peed on himself. Didn’t care, just kept on drinking, laughing…sucked down all of the
bottles in her liquor cabinet. A huge wet spot grew
until the entire front of his pants was soaked.
The mattress was tossed and replaced. And, so was the
boyfriend. I am happy to report that my dear friend is happily married to a man
who not only can control his liquor intake…but his bladder as well. He actually is...Mr. Perfect.
“Ma’am…OH MY GOD!!!! That’s horrible. But, I must say…a
wonderful use of all of those hours of watching CSI.”
And, we laughed so hard…that she didn’t schedule my
installment on the correct day…matter of fact, she had me two weeks out. I don’t
really care. All of those shows can wait. Miss Cherry needs to just read a book. Honestly, it will probably get her in less trouble out and about. Sometimes, ignorance is bliss. Thank God, it wasn't me.
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