A THREESOME

Have you ever been in a conversation near people who have nothing to do with the conversation, but have plenty to say? We have three women who all feel a need to put their three cents into any conversation whether they know what the topic is or not. They always correct, clarify deny and argue about the subject. Thankfully, I was not involved but sitting on the side trying not to laugh out loud.

Gail was having a pleasant conversation with the maintenance man about the water in our building. Gail lives over me and had asked me if my water tasted funny. As a matter of fact it had. However, I’m not reliable as the last time it tasted funny I had taken it with my pills and if I don’t get my pills all down at one there are two that taste awful. With all the nice flavors out there why can’t we have pills that taste good? I like vanilla, cherry, strawberry and blueberry.

Wayne was explaining that it couldn’t be the pipes as they are all copper. He wondered if was coming from the hot water tank, but it’s the cold water that tastes weird. Dear, dear Clare from building 2 was the first to help the conversation along. No, the pipes are plastic and there is nothing wrong with the water here. Our area is recognized as having the best tasting water in the whole area. Maria said that was two years ago. I only drink bottled water. That should have been the end of her contribution. We really didn’t even need that much. But she continued, it is probably rust in the pipes. It can’t be rust as there is no lead in our water system. Back to Clara, there must be as I get this brownish color coming from my pipes. Maria reminds Clara that we are talking about the other building. Meanwhile, Gail and Wayne cannot get a work in edgewise. Beside, Clara was defending the water a minute ago.

Wayne walked away after telling Clara you are going to have to call that in for repairs.
Dixie arrived to add her wonderful insights. The water here is terrible. Too many chemicals! Everything is old and falling apart. I would be surprised if roots haven’t split the pipes and dirt is in our system. And another adds her laundry is not always clean. I think that may have everything to do with how you wash them and not the water at all. It went on and Dixie, Clara and Maria continued to raise their voices and interrupt each other without solving a thing.

Meanwhile Gail and Wayne hook up, go to check her apartment and the problem is dirt in the filter at the end of the tap. He changed it and all is well. I ended up changing my own. I have some maintenance skills.

I went back about an hour later and the three buttinski’s are still at each other. I didn’t stay.

We had a picnic on our front porch today, as it was National Picnic Day. Naturally it was almost too cold to be out there. Picnics are to be pleasant enjoyable little gathering so I pretended it was a beautiful day and did not wear a sweatshirt. I was proud of my self. I lasted thirty minutes before the shivering got sever and the teeth chattering was interrupting the conversation and my shaking looked like palsy. This was a no host event. I know what that means. Maria will take charge. When I arrived she is directing people to get chairs, set up her TV trays and spread out along the railing. I got dirty looks because I wasn’t there earlier. I was on time, but not ahead of time. It was obvious she wanted to be the center of the conversation and all activities. She sat in the center where all could hear She was loud, talking so much and telling so many stories little conversations were developing on the fringes of the gathering. That only caused her to repeat her stories because everyone did not hear her the first time. She brought extra food for those who came with nothing. Since everyone brought her own she was busy trying to force her food on other. The great thing about extra food was Janet brought the best desserts. Everyone raved about the butterscotch squares and not one comments in the celery and chips. I knew I had to be gone before the end.

Maybe I was shaking from the shenanigans and not the cold. I went and had a nap. These days wear me out.