Mah Jongg! What incredible good luck! Several years ago, while visiting my dear Uncle Frederich in Hong Kong, I learned the rules and nuances of this ancient game. In fact, I became quite the expert in bams and cracks, if I may say so myself. Hoping that a good game might relieve my mind of my present predicament, and boldly ignoring the rules of propriety, I approached the trio and offered my services as their fourth player. They were overjoyed to accept my gracious offer and gave me directions to the home at which we would play the following day. 
At noon today I arrived at Beverly's lovely and quaint home. She ushered me into the parlor where I met Vivian and Roz, and we sat down together at the Mah Jongg table. At first I was mildly taken aback by the local table rules. These ladies played the American version of Mah Jongg, an admittedly bastardized version of the lovely Chinese game I remembered. The rules were simple, though, and soon I was lulled into a state of calm by the gentle clacking of the tiles.
And then, the unthinkable happened: I had just exposed a brilliant kong of six cracks when I heard the doorbell ring. B
everly excused herself to answer the call, and before I realized who was there I saw the evil Bathos sweep into the room. More exasperated than furious, she rolled her eyes like a teenager, scooped me up into her arms and whisked me out the front door. I tried to explain that at two o'clock we would be having tea and cake, perhaps even a shrimp toast, but she was not swayed from her mission.
everly excused herself to answer the call, and before I realized who was there I saw the evil Bathos sweep into the room. More exasperated than furious, she rolled her eyes like a teenager, scooped me up into her arms and whisked me out the front door. I tried to explain that at two o'clock we would be having tea and cake, perhaps even a shrimp toast, but she was not swayed from her mission.And so, I sit once again in the freezing cold, flakes of snow dropping on my feathered head, wondering once again how I will extricate myself from this unbearable situation.
And as always, I remain,
Ramon the Flamingo
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Ramon, while you may not be fond of Bathos, I fear you are going to need her desperately some day and she is not going to be around because somebody is going to see her walking around with you one too many times and send her to a nice little vacation in a padded room. So if I were you, I'd be prepared with an explanation that keeps her out on the streets and available to keep an eye out for you.
ReplyDeleteWith great fondness and concern,
Sari TheHuman