Lifetime school friends, Louise and Veronica, both celebrated their birthday on the same day. They usually did something together on that day and this year for their sixty-fifth they were going to visit the botanical garden’s Tropical Plant Conservatory.
“I do hope there will be no triffids in the greenhouse,” joked Veronica.
The Tropical Plant Conservatory was a large glass building. It would take Louise and Veronica an hour or so to quietly move among the foliage and espy this and that. Afterwards, they’d have a light lunch at the Conservatory’s café, and that would complete their birthday celebration.
At the door they were stopped by an attendant. “You realize, ladies, that if you bring a handbag into the Conservatory it has to be checked thoroughly on the way out for possible seeds and cuttings.”
“That’s no trouble,” said Louise and Veronica. “We shall leave our handbags here at the entrance with you.”
“That’s just as well,” joked the attendant, “because there is a handbag-devouring plant down the track. It’s related to the Venus Fly Trap.” It was an old joke; one he clearly cracked several times each day.
Louise and Veronica set out. An hour and a half later they returned to claim their handbags. The “attendant” had left. He’d gone to book his annual skiing trip to Switzerland.
The skiing is on Louise and Veronica this year.
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He’s welcome to it – I can’t ski!
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hmmm I may try what that “attendant” did…you just gave me a good idea. Not skiing though…I would not last a minute. I would buy a cast before I go…proactive.
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I once took a skiing lesson (from a German). I came down a gentle slop and he said: “Legs apart! Legs apart! Pig get through!” I said, “Do you mean I should have my legs apart so a pig could get through, or my legs together so a pig couldn’t get through?” He said “Yes” – and that’s why I don’t know how to ski.
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Well yea! He kept you in suspense the rest of your life. You don’t know what to do with the damn pig.
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How can I bring home the bacon if I don’t know what to do with the pig?
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Ed Zachary!
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Thanks for the diagnosis.
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😳
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Well that went downhill quickly.
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As long as you don’t have to walk back up.
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That’s what ski lifts are for.
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I was going to say something about ski lifts but I couldn’t remember what they were called so I sat there like a dumb idiot.
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The great thing about lifts is that sitting there like a dumb idiot can still get you to the top of the hill.
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The first time I got on one (in fact the only time) I got on the wrong way around – with the bar between my legs, and I couldn’t get off. I went around about 4 times because I couldn’t move with the skis on.
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Impressive.
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Never discount Human Fly Traps!
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What a couple of old bags!
I don’t know how many Venus Fly traps I owned as a kid and how many of them I hand fed with dead flies, but let me tell ya..it’s not as fun as it sounds.
I hope life is treating you well downunder the red stars Bruce.
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Thanks Matthew. Life is ok. Spring Equinox today – so hopefully there’ll be a change in the weather. I have 9 more stories to write to reach my aim of Story 2020 (on December 6) so when that’s done I’m taking a break (from blogging). Hope things are going well for you.
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I hope the break is short, but do enjoy it!
All is good here Bruce as life is forced to return to relative normality despite the highish-death rate.
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Let’s hope karma catches up with him on his skiing holiday!
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Karma catching up on skiing trips is not an uncommon occurrence. It’s why they’re called skiing TRIPS!
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