The Bafoon Call....

So I absolutely HAD to phone Roger about something today. I can't stand phoning him or talking to him.So before I  pressed call, I said a little prayer, "Lord let me not sound like a complete and utter idiot today,PLEASE " I think He must have been busy on a prayer call to someone else when I sent up my plea,because I  feel like an idiot, and can't seem to shake it. 

It usually has to do with money, our conversations, and I am usually asking him for more.My lips move,but my brain is on some exotic holiday or locked in the toilet. I'm the beggar with the small cardboard sign, all tattered and torn, ending with the phrase "God Bless". Roger is the guy in the shiny black BMW, casting a spare coin out the window and driving on before receiving his toothless thanks. 

I can't really remember much of the conversation to be truthful, my mind has mercifully blanked it out for me. I do remember, my voice ending up in the usual powerless whiny place, it's been too many times before and my train of thought chasing it's tail like a lunatic dog.... and can you believe, I think I may have said something along the lines of ..."Just one roll of toilet paper now is a luxury for us....." I may be a lost cause...I expect Roger will think fondly of me as he pictures us "doing the necessary" with till slips or large garden leaves... I'm sure he will check twice before shaking any of our hands.


How and why my mind becomes all tangled up and completely devoid of sense when I am trying to talk to Roger, is beyond me. What I can count on is me replaying the conversation and finding in it many incriminating and cringe worthy sentiments. Case in point the luxurious bog roll clanger! 


At least when the call is over, my dignity hanging on by a thread, I have the good sense to laugh and laugh and laugh at myself - which makes a whole lot of sense to me....I'm learning not to take things too seriously....one idiotic phone call at a time!