C.W. and I were talking …
Right Head, or “Giggles” as I call him, was guffawing. The other two were frowning and trying to ignore him.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“He’s been reading about the leader of this political party that’s in power now, Left Head said.
“He thinks it is funny,” Middle head said. “What do you think?”
I pondered the question. “The word ‘alarming’ comes to mind.” I said. I turned to Giggles. “What’s cracking you up now?”
“Mrs. Big Dope,” he said. “She keeps me in sudden, stabbing pains in the side.”
“Why do repeat things I say?” he said, stifling a laugh.
“So, what did she say about our president?”
Between laughs, he said, “She said he was so helpless that he needed a dictionary to spell TV.”
We all smiled. “Tell him the one about the chair,” Left Head said.
“She said she heard he stands on a chair two hours a day trying to raise his IQ.”
We all had a good snicker over this. That just encouraged Giggles.
“She said the only way they could keep him out of trouble was to sit him down, coat his fingers with honey, and hand him a feather.” With this he mimicked a person pulling something from one hand and then the other, repeating the process while concentrating intently.
“Has she told you about what he and his staff remind her of?”
I thought. “Does it involve monkeys, copulation, and a football?”
He quit giggling and looked crestfallen. “You’re no fun,” he said. He turned to the others. “Let’s go find Mrs. Big Dope. She’s a sound an owl makes.”
“She may be a ‘hoot,’ I said, “but you shouldn’t egg her on like that.”
“Did we tell you what she said about you?” Middle Head asked.
“I’m sure it was something pithy,” I said.
“Oh no,” Left Head said. “It was a nice compliment.”
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1960s "Flash-up," whatever that is. - C.W.