Thursday, January 28, 2010

THE REASON MRS. BIRD'S WAS LATE

I am Mrs. Bird's new visiting teacher. Today was my first day to go visit her--my partner is nowhere to be found. I've called. No answer and their voicemail box is full. I've sent two emails. No answer. So I went alone.

I pulled into Mrs. Bird's driveway and my phone rang. It was Phil. "Mrs. Bird called. She said she couldn't remember what time you were coming and she's at her daughter's house getting her nails done. She'll be home in fifteen minutes."

In a half hour I called Mrs. Bird. They had just driven in so I went to see her. I allowed a whole hour for her visit because, well, if you've read any of the posts about her, you know she's a talker. There was only a half hour left and when time was up she was just warming up but I had to go. I had another appointment.

"You know," she said, "I'd have been home on time, but my husband went with me. He wanted his toenails done."

I didn't even ask.

6 comments:

Julie Harward said...

LOL...THAT IS SO FUNNY...WHAT CAN YOU SAY TO THAT?! BET HE WOULD DIE IF HE KNEW SHE'D SAID THAT...THEN AGAIN MAYBE NOT! HAVE A GOOD DAY..AND COME SAY HI :D

Lorraine said...

lol maybe it was a toe fungus or something lol

whirligigdaisy said...

Maybe she's fodder for some character in a book you're about to write. But blogs posts work too.

Michael Rawluk said...

Maybe he just likes to feel pretty.

Lee @ The Way I See It said...

Oh. LOL!!

Bonnie said...

Very funny post. I wish I had a neighbor like Mrs. Bird to keep my life more interesting and fun.