Today’s Daily Prompt ask the burning question of how long you’ve been separated from your favorite person. This brings to mind all sorts of scenarios of prison sentences, cheating spouses, etc. My favorite person is Ferdinand, and no, he has not been to jail, nor does he cheat on me. Two good reasons to keep him around.
The only time we’ve really spent apart is when he had Tuesdays and Wednesdays off from work and I had Thursday and Friday. I guess it helps that we work in the same sorting plant. Yes, we are postal workers. Not mailmen, we sort the mail. Our facility is open 24/7, 365 days a year, 366 for Leap Year.
It’s good to know that I moved in to Ferdinand’s apartment that he had lived in for at least 11 years after his divorce. In fact, the place looked like nothing had been moved in 11 years. But that’s another story.
I used to like having the separate days off because it was the perfect time for me to get in touch with my feminine side. You know, to explore my womanhood. Translation: Dye my hair, shave various and assorted body parts, grocery shop, and house work. For some strange reason Ferdinand developed a dislike of me telephoning him when he was at work and I was at home. I suppose its because the conversations went something like this:
ME: Hi Honey! Remember that ugly, old coffee table in the living room?
ME: Well, I wanted to vacuum under it so I moved it.
ME: Well, when I moved it, the top came off…and one of the legs.
The following week:
ME: Hi Honey!
FER: **Sigh** Yes?
ME: Remember that really, really old vacuum you’ve had for 13 years?
FER: You mean my favorite vacuum?
ME: Yes. Well, uh, I was vacuuming and it doesn’t work anymore…
Then there was that Friday when I discovered red wine. I had never been much of a wine drinker. I had had an occasional white wine spritzer in the 1980s, but that is about it. Ferdinand introduced me to the benefits of red wine and Sangria! Ole! Well, one Friday he stayed overtime and I had a teensy, weensy bit too much wine and fell asleep on the couch. Somehow Ferdinand forgot his house keys. According to him he rang the buzzer many times and failed to rouse me. He then followed someone in the door and rang the door bell and pounded on the door for quite some time. Again, this is according to Ferdinand. Finally, he realized that it would be too much trouble to bother the building’s Superintendant so he found an old bureau and placed that under the fire escape and scaled that to our 3rd floor window. Luckily, I had left it open a crack, as I have been taught to do in case we have a gas leak, lol. It only took one quiet “Lucy!” for me to jump off the couch. “Hi Honey!”
I guess these are the reasons we are never separated for long. I was able to switch my days off to Tuesday and Wednesday not long after that.