The
Circle I Inhabit may be small
But you
should know
There
are many interesting characters in it
Many
worth a tell and show.
There's
a Mister who told me the story
Of
getting an awful fright
When he
saw a person walking on his home cam
In the
middle of the night.
Ready
with his gun behind a door
To deal
with the intruder who was lurking around
The
next morning he realized what he had seen
Was
himself, and he laughed out loud.
There's
a Miss who told me the story
Of her pants
coming apart at the seams
First
the left, then the right
Came
undone, and almost fell off, what a scream.
Fearful
of their complete descent
She
walked into a clothing store nearby
And in
a hurry, bought the first bit of rubbish
A pant
she said was 3 times her size.
Holding
it up, so it wouldn't fall.
She
barely made it to the car
She
told me this story and said
It was
one of the funniest things to happen to her by far.
There's
another Mister who had
An
interesting tale to tell
He
realized he was going up the down airport escalator
Luckily
he realized before he fell.
And yet
another Mister
Played
a prank to beat all pranks
You can
read the story here
To find
out why his sisters thought it stank.
There’s
also a Miss who told me
About this
incident which occurred
Because of her son having this talent
Of
imitating everyone he watched and heard.
On one
of her stays in his house
She got frequent calls from him on the phone
He always managed to fool her with his imitations
Which included Chinese emperors and Russian viscounts.
One day
when the phone rang
It was the Russian
viscount she heard
Oh -ho, two can
play at a game she chuckled
Imitating his accent and saying something absurd.
To
which, the Russian viscount said, excuse me
Is this
the number of Vik?
Undeterred
she continued to imitate him
Determined not to fall for the trick.
Once again,
the Russian viscount asked for Vik
And
said perhaps he had the wrong number
When he
told her he was a recruiter at a company Vik had applied to
It was only then she realized she had made a blunder.
I’ll
end with a story told me by a miss
About
some employees who complained they were going through hell
Because
a coworker seated next to them
Couldn’t
be bothered about letting off smells.
She
decided to confront him
It was
her job to handle HR complaints big and small
Taking
him to a conference room, she knew what she had on her hands
Was a challenge not easy at all.
"Could
you be doing anything"
she
asked him, "that could be upsetting to the people nearby?"
"No" he
said, nonchalantly
"Nothing
I can think of, why?"
She
approached the subject this way and that
Being
as oblique as one possibly can
But
nothing she said, unfortunately
Triggered
the idea of the problem to the man.
Eventually
she had to come out and say it
You are
passing gas and it is smelly
"Oh
that's the acai juice I've been drinking" he said completely
unperturbed
"It
does that in the belly."
"Belly
or not, I would have to move you"
She
sternly told him, "unless you can immediately control this"
Realizing
there was no way out
He
agreed to bid his acai juice goodbye and desist.
So you
see it doesn't matter
That the circle I inhabit is small
There
are enough things going on all the time
To keep
me quite enthralled.
I think
of Jane Austen
With
all those wonderful stories to tell
Her
secret, though she rarely left home
The
interesting circle in which she dwelt.
And so
dear reader, don’t fret
If the
circle you inhabit is small
All
you have to do is share stories with each other
To keep
everyone enthralled.
Dear Reader...we may not be able to solve each other's problems. But we can keep each other engaged, encouraged, thoughtful, and of course, smiling and laughing. Let's try to keep each other going in all of these wonderful and easily accessible ways.
