Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember the time that Miss Pilarinos said that she felt like a spare tire, given that she was a single woman having to work with all of these married couples with families. She was never shy about saying things like that n front of everybody, so why would everyone be so surprised that these things get passed around, and anyway everybody knows that it is never that easy navigating life as a single woman.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, and who was that, during high school, who was filling my head full of silly Pollack jokes? How many Pollacks, he would say, does it take to screw in a lightbulb, et. etc. 

And for what do I need this silly loopy loop-de-dupe road to nowhere?

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember when Di invited the girls for a sleepover, but I did not attend that, not because I was ever guilty of gossiping about them, but because I was already very tired of being the target of her gratuitous attacks, as if I should be confessing to something. Confess to what? I never talked about them. There was nothing to say. Does my face look like a dartboard to you? Well, it's not. I am not a dartboard to punch and throw things at for your own self-interested convenience. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, all of these goads seem to be prompting me to say something about how crazy chatterbox dingbat Anita is not the top-stone of anything at my house, but I digress. Yes, I never gave much thought to the shrill caterwaulings of Anita Stone, a high school character of not much importance from my point of view. Anita who? I never thought much about the Stone family during my high school days. I would prefer to keep my fingers and toes attached in the correct order, thanks anyway. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, you are reminding me, and I already explained this but people always forget what I say, that it was really very nice of Ivonne to explain something about that to me, during high school, because anyway that helps to spare me from saying some ridiculously uninformed thing about persons who, I am not quite sure who they all are, or how they are all connected to some dimly understood very dark and dreary episode of WWI history. I wish that I could pass that along, the way that she explained it, but her words do not fit in my mouth. I cannot quite think what to say about that, because anyway I am not hearing any intelligent thought coming from the Dutch Reformed people. They seem to be throwing around tacks willy-nilly without any idea of what they are saying, but I never attended any Reform school so I really do not understand what their problem is. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, interesting how these people are answering that I never really asked. Should I have asked or be asking that question? Makes me wonder.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I noticed that I am getting really too much mail from the advertising department, given that office hours are closed now. They asked me to stop by their party a couple of blocks down the street, and I find them staging me into a photo that was sort of false and  misleading, I have to say, in case you did not know how that was all staged, so that was the only time that I went to their party, thanks. But that brings up the question of what would a clueless advertising person know about truth in advertising? Some of them are nice, but usually I try not to interrupt their cheerleading sessions, when she has the office decked out like a kindergarten classroom. Where do they find these people to hire anyway? I can go and come from my office separately without bothering them or vice versa. I do not really want to know about their amazing deals with the advertisers as long as the company is paying my salary portion. They know stuff than I would do not really need to know.