Saturday, March 6, 2010

That Witch We Call a Rose

After my mom died and my dad retired, he surprised the rest of the family by taking up amateur acting. One day, he saw an ad in the paper for a play at a local senior center and decided to audition.

He went up to the reception desk there, and the receptionist gave him some information and answered his questions. She obviously was used to working with senior citizens, as she enunciated very clearly and loudly for the hard-of-hearing.

"If you have any more questions," she said, as she leaned quite dramatically over to one side, "my name is I-LEAN."

"Well, thank you. It's very nice to meet you, Eileen," said my dad while nodding his head up and down emphatically. "My name is Bob."

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