It’s a new month, that means it’s time for the giggle of the month. What’s been making me giggle lately?
I have a couple of giggles; the main one comes from daughter Ann. I’m sure she won’t mind me sharing, as it is very funny. Another smaller giggle came on Thursday. I went for a job interview. No, that’s not the giggle, it was in fact serious as it’s a job I wanted, in a small respectable opticians. One that’s been established since the 1920’s, though the man who’s there now bought the firm from the previous owner and kept the name. I go to that same optician in a town nearer to home, this one was in a town further on. All seemed to be going well, I’d bought new skirt, jacket, three blouses as I didn’t know which one to get in the changing rooms; you know when you’ve tried on about twenty things and they all look wrong, then I found the perfect combination, so all good. New sandals as well. My Son had said, ‘make sure you get a suit, don’t go in your gardening clobber whatever you do’ (as if I would). All went well, and … would you believe, a hundred and thirty people applied for the job as receptionist in this opticians. They whittled it down to ten who had an interview – me being one of the ten. I was convinced it was me who’d got the job. I knew which bus I was going on, they even told me they’d let me have the keys to open up early!!! As I was leaving, I said, ‘bye then, nice to meet you.’ adding ‘oh but I’ve met you before haven’t I?’ Had a bit of cringe there, but then again, he’d tested my eyes a month ago. Ann said. ‘oh Mum, that was a bit of a Miranda moment wasn’t it?’ I went out of the door thinking ‘why did I say that?’ Still, to get to the interview stage from hundred and thirty gives me confidence to go through the whole thing again. I didn’t get the job, but he said all nice things, so I’ll still go there to have my eyes tested.
Now for the main giggle… Ann’s moved into her own flat. A bed sit. She’s shared with pals and work colleagues, or lived with us for a long time, and been traveling on cruise ships for three years, so to have her own place is exciting. She told me when she came for a weekend last month. ‘I’ve ordered some cushions Mum. Do you think eighteen’s a bit much?’ I didn’t want to spoil her fun, but had to admit, it was overdoing it a bit.
‘But I loved them all’ she told me. There were aqua blue, pink, beige, ones with butterflies. I had to agree, they did sound nice. She rang me the other day to say she’d gone for these cushions, and the lady in the shop said. ‘I’d have a taxi love if I was you, that’s a lot of cushions to carry home. So she hailed a taxi, opened the door, threw the black bags full of cushions into the taxi, slammed the door and the taxi drove off … She was so shocked to see her beautiful new cushions going away that she ran after the taxi. Realising she wouldn’t catch it, she stopped, then noticed the taxi stop at traffic lights, so she ran again, and the taxi went through the lights. A taxi man who had seen all this, trying his hardest not to laugh, said.
‘Never mind, I’ll radio ahead.’ All Ann was worried about was her cushions. She’d discussed them and nothing else all month. In no time at all, the taxi did a u turn and was back. It was a lady driver. She said. ‘I thought you were ignoring me, then I turned round and all that was there was a pile of cushions… She hadn’t realised that Ann hadn’t had time to get in with her cushions. Last time Ann phoned, she’d been shopping for things for the flat. Yes, a few more cushions. You can never have enough can you?
Hope those make you smile, they did me.