Never a "cop" around when you need one! (not always true!)

 

"Always a 'cop' around...!?"

 

Just seems I can't go anywhere without getting into trouble.

 

What a night! National Honor Society inductions for our

Lovely-granddaughter, Miss Lauren, and 37 others! Wow!

 

Well! I am behaving myself, sitting on an especially "hard"

chair, smiling with utmost pride at the goings-on among the

young-group of award-winners, happy for them, enjoying myself.

 

The chamber is filling with attendees for the auspicious-occasion

when an audience member comes down the row of seats in front

of us; it is Lovely-Lady Jan McDermott and her sweet-mother.

 

Miss-Jan smiles and says "Hello!" to Lady-Candice and me as

she takes her seat.  I quickly get mentally-lost in the excitement of

the action surrounding the preliminaries of the event about to begin.

 

Content in my little-"world" and feeling so naturally-proud of our Miss-Lauren,

suddenly, out of nowhere, appears one of those St. Patrick Day-celebrants

(even though it is now March 18th and he should have chained his

 "Irish"-exuberance, by now) I see Mr.-Wonderful, a retired policeman, 
 reach out a hand to my pretty-wife in greeting and hear him verbalize,
"Hello! Sweetheart!".

 

Welllll! I appreciate the fact that our Emerald-Isle "cop" appreciates

" beauty" (and---I am not ever the least bit "jealous") so, I quickly

extend my hand toward the interloper and parrot-"Hello! Sweetheart!"

 shaking his hand while waving my free-hand to the far-yonder

extremes of the row of chairs inviting him to go to the end to sit.

 

People two rows in front of us and several guests behind us are starting

to stare and laugh (good-naturedly) at the antics of two grown-men about

to exploit the comedy-situation seeming more and more akin to the now

infamous Abbott & Costello  "Who's on 1st" routine! Hmm!

 

So! The cop zings me with sarcasm: "I could sit real-close to you!" Uh! Oh!

 

Not being an "actor" and absent even one-iota of "ham(?)" in my body, I

simply couldn't resist just one-more lame sparring-jab: "I don't think so!"

 

Conceding the round to my "worthy"-opponent (but, having made a

"good"-show of it), the "induction"-festivities began in earnest.

 

(Now, you know, how, in a few minutes, you "think" of the response

to your nemesis' "Touchet!" knock-out punch and wish you had said it.)

 

Sure-enough! My "triumph"-remark came to me---an instant...too-late!

 

"For-once. I cannot say, 'Never a 'cop' around when you don't need one!'"

 

Thank-God the induction had begun and I did not utter that "stupidity"-aloud!

 

After the awards-concluded, I sought out my-"friend" to share a few words

and we parted amicably, each smiling at the earlier frolic-banter. Ah! Good!

 

The "moral"-of-the-tale? People of "Good"-will and humor far outweigh

any effort-of-evil in our world. I enjoy good-humor and Good-people. Amen!

 

S - a -l -  u - t - e! Lovely-Lady Jan & Gentle-"man" Mr.-Terry!

 

God-bless! My-friends! & Congratulations to the NHS -inductees!
(Only accolade I ever got was the "parole"-certificates I so proudly-framed.)
(Well!---Okay! So?...One-man's trash, another-man's treasure.) Ugh!

 

Amen!