I was cooking some Cheesy Chicken Alfredo yesterday when the door bell rang. It was Mom’s next door neighbours (if you can call them that since they’re like two miles apart, hahahah) who brought us some fresh parsnips from there garden. I’ve meet them sometime before and they’re a wonderful couple. The wife’s an avid gardener and the husband, a bird lover. If memory serves me right, I first met Gary (the husband) about five years ago thru the avian society which my Dad and I are also members. Then later discovered that she was my Mom’s closest neighbour.
The timing couldn’t be perfect since I just finished cooking. We invited them in and asked to join us for lunch, which they gladly accepted. And while we were enjoying our meal, Dad Aldo mentioned to me that Gary is a publisher slash political analyst. I really wasn’t that much interested in politics. But I decided to share my own views, to not feel displaced. I would have preferred joining the ladies conversation, but they were talking about menopausal symptoms. And I don’t think I have any say on that topic. Hahahah! Here is how the conversation started…
Gary: So who’s your Presidential bet, Nell?
Nell: To be honest, I really don’t have any. Any guy or gal should be fine by me, as long as they get the job done.
Dad Aldo: It’s quite obvious you’re not happy about Bush.
Gary: What a fesity answer! So what specific attributes are you looking for in our next Commander in Chief?
Nell: The one that has concern for the people and one that knows the priorities of this country. Is that good enough? And Dad, about what you said — no comment!
Dad Aldo: Hahahah! Does that mean you don’t like Republicans?
Gary: Speaking of which, are you a Democrat or a Republican? Cause Aldo and myself are Democrats through and through.
Nell: Neither one, cause I’m not really into politics!
Dad Aldo: Told you Gary, he hates all politicians.
Nell: I don’t exactly hate them, it just happens that they’re at the bottom of my priority lists.
Gary: You’re an Independent then?
Nell: I have my own independent mind, if that’s what you’re saying.
Gary: So you’re not for Obama, Clinton or Huckabee?
Nell: Nope, neither one of them. But it would be interesting what a woman can do in the White House or how the public would take a leader of color. I’m not being racist or a feminist, I’m just a curious bee. That’s all! By the way, who’s Huckabee?
Dad Aldo: You’re kidding me?
Nell: Nope, I just don’t know who he is. Is that a crime?
Gary: For a non politicking guy, you sure have some interesting outlook. Huckabee’s not exactly popular, but he’s starting to make some noise. I’m just curious, but will you ever consider a job in publishing or politics?
Dad Aldo: Gary, better hold up on that offer. He doesn’t know who Huckabee is!
Nell: Are you offering me a job, Gary?
Gary: Yup, can you be my personal chef? Hahahah!
Nell: Oh you silly! (Dad Aldo left for the dinner table after this)
Gary: By the way, I’ve seen that photograph you took of your Mom. That was beautiful, Nell.
Nell: Now you’re just fooling me! I am no artist or pro photographer. That was just something I did out of boredom. It’s just a hobby!
Gary: No, seriously. Me and my wife were talking about it last time we were here and saw that framed photo. It’s exquisite, believe me. Which brings me to the question of asking you to take photographs of me and my wife for our 25th year anniversary. Would you consider that, please? I mean for a fee, of course.
Nell: Huh? Why me? I am no photographer, Gary. Like I said, it’s just a hobby.
Gary: You will do us a kind favor if you do these for us. Please!
Nell: Oh golly, you guys are scaring me. What am I supposed to say?
Gary: A YES! (I was scratching my head after he said that)
Nell: How about this. I will take photos of you and your wife for your anniversary, but no fees other than the photo enlargement. I don’t feel comfortable taking your money for some sort of project that I might end up screwing.
Gary: We’re confident you won’t. But it don’t feel right not paying you. You know, your time, your gas, supplies and other stuff.
Nell: This is going to be a dilemna!
Gary: Sure is. Hmmm, how about we buy you guys dinner at the Club XIX? It’s the very least we can do for your time. How’s that?
Nell: That sounds fair to me, dinner it is then. And that’s it, okay?
Gary: Thank heavens, that was the hardest deal I ever made in my life. Hahahah!
Oh my, what is this thing I signed up for? Me taking photographs of people in a businesslike manner. I don’t know what Gary found in that photo I took of Mom. I mean it’s nice, but definitely not perfect to deserve such praise. I am so nervous about this. But then again, I didn’t want to be rude and play hard-to-get. Hopefully, I’ll do justice taking photos of Gary and his wife. Cause I’d probably hate myself forever, if I screw this up. Pray for me, this might be my end! Hahahah…