Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Momma G

Today, as with most HumpDays, I had my lunch date with Betty & J-Rod, ran some errands, & ended up at La Cocque Rouge to check my lotto tickets & visit with Momma G.

Momma G & I worked together back in the day. Back when I had no wrinkles, my hair was bigger, my ass was smaller, & I needed a full-time gig to pay for that lovely piece of parchment that I don't use. La Cocque was a summer job for me once upon a time, then a year-long retreat while I was "on a break" from uni trying to make up my mind what the hell I was going to do, then finally, a 7 year stint which saw me bounce around from one position to another {except owner for some unknown reason}, culminating in my intense need to get the hell outta there before I beat someone up. {I may have had recurring nightmares of bitch-slapping one particularly annoying fellow employee & was afraid that dreams would one day become reality, & I would end up in the slammer.}

Momma G started one month after the beginning of my 7 year stint, & she became one of my closest friends. We worked together a lot, laughing, exchanging stories, teasing each other & everyone else. She was working with me the day I cut my thumb & had to get stitches, the day I melted my boots, & the day I burnt my boob. It's been 7 years since I retired & she is THE THING I miss about that job. Well, that & the steady income.

We've been supportive of each other through good times & hard, & even though we don't see each other as often as we should {"We need to promise to have coffee at least twice a month." but we never do...} we can & do talk about anything & everything when we do see each other. Usually on HumpDays when I check my lotto tickets.

I don't remember what we were talking about today, but something made me laugh.

Now, boys & girls, Wilma may be a classy lady {HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Stop it!!} but you must realize that she has a teeny, tiny, wee bit of a guffaw. A loud, ringing chortle that carries through the air like a smoke alarm.

Momma G looked at me fondly & said, "Everytime I hear you laugh, it reminds me of how much I miss working with you."

Couldn't you just cry? Or is it just my hormones?

1 comment:

Queen of Halloween said...

Your Momma G brightens my day also!