I mean there are some people I don't EVER get, and there are a lot of people I don't get some of the time.
There is one particular person, however, who (as I'm guessing you have figured out) has prompted this blog post.
He's a golfing "buddy" of Hubby's and a guy I've known for a hundred years or so. He's a strange little man who used to play the song "Elvira" by the Oak Ridge Boys repeatedly on the jukebox. Now I can't hear "Giddy Up Oom Poppa Omm Poppa Mow Mow, Giddy Up Oom Poppa Omm Poppa Mow Mow" without thinking of ....... let's call him Herman ...... and I can't see Herman without hearing in my head "Giddy Up Oom Poppa Omm Poppa Mow Mow Giddy Up Oom Poppa Omm Poppa Mow Mow."
To those of you for whom I have just created what my brother-in-law calls an "ear worm," you're welcome.
Back to Herman.
He called Hubby back in July with one of his seemingly never-ending sob stories. He said his wife has cancer and he needed $260 to buy her medicine. Hubby has a soft spot a mile wide, so he told Herman to come by the house and he would be happy to loan him the money. Herman said he would get his next Social Security check in August, and he would pay Hubby back then.
August came and went.
September came and went
October came and went.
November came.
I'm counting at least 4 Social Security checks here.
Hubby and I have joked between us about the fact that Herman couldn't show up to the golf course as long as he hasn't paid Hubby back. In a rare moment of seriousness, Hubby said one day that if Herman had asked him to GIVE him the money, he probably would have done that too. (Did I mention Hubby's soft spot?) But the fact that he was so specific about WHEN he would pay it back indicated, at least to Hubby and me, that his intention to pay it back was very real.
Today Hubby texted me from the golf course and said Herman was there.
Apparently Herman is now suffering from amnesia, because he never mentioned the $260.
Poor Herman. He will probably need money to buy medicine for that too.
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