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roseembolism) wrote2004-12-01 11:07 pm
roseembolism) wrote2004-12-01 11:07 pm
Sunday Morning of the Nearly Dead
On Sunday, RXM and I met my mom at the Unitarian Society to talk to the facilities manager about the reception hall. One interesting thing about the Unitarian Society is that it's filled with sweet white-haired old ladies who make my 79 year-old mother look young and spry.
WHOL's have the ability to ramble on incessantly, and it wasn't long before my mother, a veteran of the Pasadena social scene, made the polite noises that are the socialite equivalent of a fox gnawing its leg off to get out of a trap. Mentioning that her husband had recently died was no help, since for a WHOL, a husband's death is not a matter of sympathy or embarrassed sorrow, but rather a springboard for mordant conversation about her own dead relatives and the manner of their passing. They have passed beyond fragile human emotions, and what is left is an unending desire for chatter. They will glom onto their victems, and they will NOT let go.
RXM of course had the sense to beat a hasty retreat recoiling in horror- it reminded me of the line from Father Ted (Night of the Nearly Dead): "Go 'way. I don't wanna catch the menopause."
WHOL's have the ability to ramble on incessantly, and it wasn't long before my mother, a veteran of the Pasadena social scene, made the polite noises that are the socialite equivalent of a fox gnawing its leg off to get out of a trap. Mentioning that her husband had recently died was no help, since for a WHOL, a husband's death is not a matter of sympathy or embarrassed sorrow, but rather a springboard for mordant conversation about her own dead relatives and the manner of their passing. They have passed beyond fragile human emotions, and what is left is an unending desire for chatter. They will glom onto their victems, and they will NOT let go.
RXM of course had the sense to beat a hasty retreat recoiling in horror- it reminded me of the line from Father Ted (Night of the Nearly Dead): "Go 'way. I don't wanna catch the menopause."
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WHOL: My dear, I don't believe we've met, I'm XXXX, and I've been going to this church for the last bazillion years.
Joyce: I've been a member of this church for the last 20 years, and have been on several committees.
WHOL: (not comprehending) Ohhh...
(several awkward seconds of her not recognizing either one of us and saying so repeatedly)
Joyce: I was here yesterday running my husband's memorial service.
WHOL: (perking up) Oh, really? Ohhh...
RXM: Hey, Look, Here Comes The Manager, Let's Go Into His Office Right Now.
WHOL: So much grief and sadness, my dear, you must be crushed...
Joyce: I'm a little sad, but I'm fine for the most part-- hello Ken, shall we meet?
Ken: (looks rushed) Yes!
WHOL: DOOM DOOM DOOM
RXM: Let's Go Into Your Office and Plan the Wedding, Ken.
WHOL: DOOM DOO- eh! Wedding?! (expectant look)
RXM: (Oh crap)
Your mom was definitely nibbling her own leg off...