Happy as a Clam
It is 7:52 AM; I am in the kitchen having a first cup of coffee when a ding-dong alerts me a door has been opened.
In walks Mr. Wonderful, my husband of 47 years carrying an empty McDonald’s brown bag, showered, shaved, and dressed returning from lab work. I say, “Good Morning Husband” and stretch to kiss his cheek as he whizzes by dumping his cell phone and car keys on the counter exclaiming a need “to PEE.”
As the toilet flushes, he returns calmer to greet me, I ask, “How are you today?”
His reply, “Happy as a clam.”
I ponder how happy a clam might be and why . . . . then ask, “Happy as a clam because you remembered where you parked the car?”
“No,” he states emphatically and drains a dribble of coffee from an empty paper cup before tossing the used paper product in a recycling bin under the sink.
My curiosity is mounting, “Happy as a clam because you didn’t leave the engine running while you were inside Lab-Core?”
“No . . . . Happy as a clam because I didn’t have to wait.”
“Really, you had the first appointment, 6:30AM.”
“Right, but when I arrived at 6:20 the doors weren’t open, so I decided to hunt for that loose golf ball that rumbles around the car and drives you crazy.”
“You said you didn’t know what caused the sound, the car might need brakes.”
Ignoring my comment and concern, he exhales heavily, “My head was under the front seat searching, before I knew it, a van pulls up, and this aid is helping some grey hair pony tailed old goat into a wheel chair. Other people are getting out of parked cars and headed toward the door, you know tinted windows make it near impossible to see who is waiting in their cars, a line was about to form. ”
“What difference would it make if you had an appointment?”
“Claudia, be serious, if the old goat in the wheel chair is first in line they are going to take him! So I fast walked, got ahead of everyone, and when the doors opened said, Good Morning, I have the first appointment at 6:30. The nurse asked if I was fasting, I said yes, but first I had to PEE! That’s why I’m happy as a clam; I was out of there and having breakfast at McDonald’s, lickidy split”
My Mr. Wonderful is wearing a look of glee as I recap the situation, “So you are feeling happy as a clam because at the crack of dawn, you beat out an older than you senior in a wheel chair to have blood work.”
His good mood is alluringly infectious, but I question, “Can a clam be happy, really?”
Mr. Wonderful’s response . . . . “Sure at high tide, with their shell closed they’re smiling,” and proceeds to demonstrate his own delight with a tight lipped grin.
. . . . just saying
Still laughing!
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So glad you are writing again. I always enjoy your stories. Happy writing.
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Glenda, Thank you for saying so, your words are music for my ears, Claudia
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Glad you can have such early morning chats. I wait til the second cup! ❤️
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Thanks Kathe, me Too!
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Claudia, you have got to get your act together re: Mr. Wonderful. Don’t you understand, wheel chair or no wheel chair, he had to PEE at your front door and at the Dr’s office front door.. Pressure being put on him in both locations.. Not saying you’re pressuring him, but, a loose golf ball in “YOUR” car apparently has put pressure on him to find it causing him to have pressure on his body, making him think of himself as an unhappy clam looking for a grin and a release.. Every time he comes out of that bathroom with a little clam smirk from this point on, Just think how content he really is.. Now on to March Madness..as a happy Clam.. No pressure.. All Grins…
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LOL Right Marshal, March Madness . . . enjoy, Claudia
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I can see B. smile as he related his story. Men, just have to love them with the crazy things that make them happy…..Loved it…..oh, to have your ever amazing brain and take on things……….
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Hello my friend! I’m so happy to see you’re writing again (I loved your last post too!). I miss you guys and think of you often. When you have some free time, please give me a call so we can make a plan to get together again. Love and hugs, Diana
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Diana, Miss u too, will be in touch, hugs Claudia
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Ah… I could see & hear this happening as I read it. Not sure if your it’s your lovely descriptive writing or because I know the characters so well. It’s probably both! 🙂
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I’m smiling, thanks
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