So I was at the doctor’s for my annual wellness checkup and the tech was checking my medications (two for blood pressure and three for anxiety/depression). The speaker was playing Escape (The Piña Colada Song), and the tech and I realized we were both humming along.
You know that one? It’s the one about the guy who was “tired” of his “old lady” and answered an ad in the personal column setting up a date with a woman who liked all the things he liked. When the woman showed up, it was his “old lady” and they bonded over all the things he liked and never knew she liked, too.
Me, I would have slapped him so hard his third cousin would fall down.
I said, “I don’t know why I love this song, because I hate this song.”
She knew exactly what I meant. She said, “Didn’t he ever talk to her? How long had they been together — long enough for him to get “tired” of her — and he didn’t know anything about her?”
And I said,
He’d never get his green card, I can tell you that.
To be fair, she didn’t know those things about him, so they deserve each other. (I hear my late mother in my head saying, “It’s just a song, Marian.”) Okay, Mom. Point taken.
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