And so I said. . .

Picture me on the train this morning. As you know, I'm nursing a sore throat, minding my own business, surreptitiously eyeing any potentially empty seat. Out of the corner of my eye, I see someone I used to know. So, being the ever-gregarious Todd, I tapped him on the arm and said. . . wait for it. . . . "I haven't seen you in a month of Sundays."

My god! Did I turn 80 last night? A month of Sundays?! Yes, it's true that I grew up hearing this phrase, but I haven't personally used it in many many years. Actually, I can't remember using it in the past decade. Why today? What Proust-inspired remembrance of past things dredged this up from the seabed of my unconscious?

Alas. It's not like it really matters. I hadn't seen him in ages, was never really close, and probably won't see him any time soon. I fear, however, for my internal lexicon of catchphrases. What's next?

"I feel as old as Methuselah?"

"If the Lord's willin' and the creek don't rise. . . "

"So I told him I said. . . "

Oh, the possibilities are endlessly varied and all amusing. Pity me.

Comments

Well darling at least you didn't say "Since the repeal of Prohibition" or "Since Grant took Richmond" that really would have aged you.
Oh and darling, I really wish you'd start using a car and driver I don't want to picture you on those nasty trains with all those germs flying around.
Kevin Heckman said…
Well, if'n you ain't the granddaddy of all liars! I'll be hornswoggled!

(I hear there's clubs in the City that offer premium hornswoggling.)
Tødd X. said…
I haven't had a good hornswaggling in a while. What's the name of that there club?