Poetry

I got lucky

I’m not one for whom
witty repartee is a thing.
At least I don’t think I am.

But today I got lucky.
I made a customer laugh so hard
the whole floor heard it.

It was a golden moment for me.
One I may not see again soon!
One I hope to never forget.
😁😂😃😄😊☺️😉

 


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Image source: Google images
Contents compiled: April 26 2017
Originally published: April 27 2017
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard


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Short Stories

Share the love…

We met at the glove aisle.
Well, it wasn’t an entire aisle, just a rack against a wall in a strategic location – – an after thought of sorts.

The rack was picked clean, and only the not so attractive items remained – – slim pickings on this frigid winter day.

You needed a scarf and gloves while I just needed gloves as my last pair were kidnapped by my eldest over the weekend. As I made my way through the fugly selection of women’s driving gloves and few faux leather men’s gloves, you approached and became visibly discouraged by the remnants. You were immediately drawn to the gloves in my hand since they were thick and super comfortable so I’m pointed them out on the rack but noted they were for women. You didn’t believe me as they seemed so masculine. I agreed and encouraged you to get them instead.

There’s no way I’d be able to wear these without getting a few strange looks!

You agreed, but not without grabbing a pair and proceeding to search for the section with scarves.

Of course, the good stuff was gone and we both busted out laughing when you held up a fuzzy puppy dog scarf appropriate for a 5 year old but certainly not a grown up. You said,

Now that’s a bit too much. Think I’ll pass!

I agreed and you put it back and headed off in search of something more suitable as we bade each other farewell and Happy New Year.

What a laugh that was!

I had been busy and rushing all day with not much time to rest or have a proper lunch. And there I was with only 10 minutes to spare to find a pair of gloves to fight off this New Year deep freeze before plunging neck deep into my rush hour commute.

That moment of laughter turned my mood around and gave me a smile to last the whole sardine-packed, train ride home. I needed that laugh and it came just in time!

I’ve shared this little anecdote to remind us to:

Brighten someone’s day!
Share a smile
Or better yet
Share a laugh.
You never know
When your kind gesture
Would make all the difference.
Share the love…

Hugs,
A.


Contents written: Jan 5 2016 | Copyright 2016 Moylom Enterprises


 

Short Stories

Just for laughs

 

Waking up with a smile is the best way to start your day. Surround yourself with things or people that make you happy. Better yet, have a good laugh,  it does the body good.

Have yourself a wonderful day!! 😀

Hugs,

A.


 

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Contents compiled: July 19 2016  |  Originally published: July 19 2016  | Copyright © 2016 Moylom Enterprises | Copyright © 2017 Inner Ramblings Boulevard


 

 

Short Stories

I laughed til I cried…

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A few weeks ago, I spent the weekend catching up with family and friends. We are now scattered all over the globe and thanks to technology, when it works, keeping tabs is effortless. We shared many laughs,  a few horror stories,  cute pictures and of course well wishes.

The one underlying theme of all our conversations was,  had we not had the gift of laughter,  we would have no other option but to cry miserably for our trials would overwhelm us beyond measure.

In life,  after joy comes sorrow, but then,  by blessings from our loving God,  we laugh again. He knew we would need some form of solace — something to make things not seem so bad — so He gave us laughter. Of course, He blessed us with many other distractions and forms of comfort too, but laughter, oh what good medicine it is for our souls!

I attended a funeral on March 7th. It was for a great aunt I never knew. My being there was an act of moral support for my aunt, my dad’s sister, with whom I reconnected at the time of dad’s passing 3 yrs ago. Isn’t it funny how a funeral can also be an unofficial family reunion? Well this one was no different. Though brief, as we were all rushed to get home after a very long day, I exchanged many hugs with aunties and cousins I hadn’t seen in over 20 yrs. It’s safe to say this one event has bridged many many gaps left open for a long time, and since then we’re all making an effort to stay in touch. Sweet!

The funeral service was well attended and though it was a time for saying goodbye to our loved one, hearing tales of the woman they knew, told with a touch of humor, made the process less harsh, even pleasant. Yes, there were tears, many many tears, but there was also laughter to help soothe the pain.

I spent the rest of that week reflecting on my dad as the anniversary of his passing was fast approaching. Then I chuckled, as I always do when I think of the timing, April 1st being April Fool’s Day!!! Haha, dad always had a sense of humor. As a matter of fact, my brother and I thought it was a prank when we got the news of his death. But alas, it was no joke! Pop left us that day, and though our relationship was strained at times, I do have fond memories of laughter with him — Slap your knee, head back, from the belly, til you’re giddy, tears streaming down your face, rolling on the floor laughter. (RIP pop: Dec 19 1940 —April 1 2013)

So here are a few images I came across while writing this post which made me laugh hysterically. I needed to laugh in memory of dad. Though I am sad, I didn’t want to cry. So, here’s hoping you get a few chuckles too. Enjoy!

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Thanks as always for stopping by. Take time to keep in touch with your loved ones, today and always, for you never know when they’ll be gone. Don’t forget to share a smile too. (^_^)

Hugs,
A. 🌷


Contents written: March 15 2016  |  ©2016 Moylom Enterprises


Poetry

Cheers

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We lifted our java-filled, mini-disposable cups,
In defiant, underpaid, overworked solidarity,
Wishing we were lounging fancily
Instead of toiling endlessly without praise.

Then with rambunctious haste we drank our swill,
Knowing one of us will soon be ordered to leave,
For we’ve heard them say via the grapevine,
“Money does not grow on trees! “

Cheers!

 


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Image source: Google images
Contents compiled: January 30 2017
Originally published: January 30 2017
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard


Poetry

Oddly Quiet

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That night seemed oddly quiet
Without the sound
Of intense conversation
And infectious laughter.

I wonder if you missed it like I did?
I wonder if your thoughts
Were anything like mine?

 


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Image source: Google images
Contents compiled: January 20 2017
Originally published: January 26 2017
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard