Our Town – April 7, 2016
The Soupster inspires a flurry of activity before a dinner date.
The Soupster inspires a flurry of activity before a dinner date.
I was strolling past the post office in Our Town when I heard,“Gosh darn sunbeams!”
I turned and scurrying by in a terrible hurry was my neighbor Linda.
“Excuse me, but what did you say? I thought I heard you say, ‘Gosh darn sunbeams.’”
“Kurt, I did say it. Darn sunbeams. I just can’t stand them; they are everywhere.”
“Now Linda, why do you have a problem with sunbeams? You are usually a pretty laid back, upbeat person and generally everybody in Our Town is happy to see sunshine.”
“Oh Kurt, I’ve invited Soupster to my special pickled herring and borscht dinner tonight and I am so rushed.”
“Why? You have made that wonderful meal dozens of times. I especially like the ground fresh garlic you always sprinkle on top. You have served it so often I should think you could cook it while practicing your Yoga.”
“Well, back during Our Town’s usual darkness I thought I was all caught up on my work around the house, but now the sunbeams have shown me that my windows are filthy. I just thought it was dark out like always, but all that bright light is showing dirt that I didn’t even know I had. There’s kitty hair all over the sofa, cobwebs decorating the corners, dust everywhere and little motes floating willy nilly about the room. I can’t entertain in those conditions.”
“Oh, for heaven’s sakes, don’t worry about the Soupster. His glasses are always so dirty he won’t notice a thing.”
“Kurt, it is not only inside my house that’s a problem but outside too. I noticed the paint on the porch has faded and there is a streak of mold on the front door.”
“Now Linda, don’t despair. Lots of us have the same damp weather problem.”
“And look at my clothes! When did my best sweater get little balls all over it? And there are spots on my Levis I never noticed before. And the very worst part – I cleaned my glasses and my husband actually has grey hair and wrinkles. I’m sure they were not there last fall. The poor old soul. I can’t wait for a return to the nice dark rainy days of November.”
“Oh Linda, please, please be careful what you wish for.”
“I have to be on my way now, Kurt. I am going to clean until dinner time.”
“Or, Linda, my friend, you could just pull the curtains closed.”
Submitted by Rose Manning
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