When I worked, I had the pleasure of working with a woman named Pat.This blog is for you, Pat!
For all intensive purposes, for this blog, I will call her Maureen O’Hara, as she bore a strong resemblance to her.
My buddy,” Maureen”, is retired and posts on Facebook a bit.She always will comment when she has come across her “kids” from the old neighborhood.Her kids, shortened her last name and called her “Mrs. C.”and many of them fondly referred to her as that.
Well, every year here in”Amity”, they have a street fair on the first Saturday after fourth of July. I was out there myself, looking over things, when all of a sudden, two little voices said,”Hi Mrs. C.”You understand, the children couldn’t handle my last name so they all started me Mrs. C.
I may not have the amount of “kids” my buddy has dealt with over the years, but, “Maureen O’Hara”, watch out. I’m still glowing from my first off school property acknowledgement as Mrs. C.
Feels pretty damn good.
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