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I have been winked at by two men this summer.
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The first wink was from a dad of triplets who was casually strolling through the pool gate in front of his frazzled wife who was herding the triplets who were dragging towels and dropping pool toys. As I patiently held the gate for their brood-it happened. A brief moment of eye contact-and the wink! crooked grin!
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The next wink occured at church. On Holy Communion Sunday. As my hand hovered over the body and blood-the unthinkable happened: wink! crooked grin! And at that moment the line backed up behind me and there was a moment of confused grid lock in the aisle.
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Now I'm not calling harm or foul over these innocent eye twitches. But honestly-it just made me feel-well-old & tired. Use the wink for the 4-11 year old crowd. They love it. But for the jaded 40 and over crowd-a nod, a tilt of the chin, a simple shoulder shrug, or a pained grimace will do nicely. Because the best I can offer in return for
the wink-is the eye roll.
Donna you are THE MOST gifted writer. I absolutely LOVE reading your posts. Thank you for making my day every time I come here! :O) Love you girl!
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