WHEN HARRY MET SALLY
Sally seemed to be in some kind of courtroom, all the wood
everywhere, very elegant wood, walnut. She was watching a
debate of an unknown female against an invisible team of
prosecutor debaters and the unknown debater was standing her
ground very forcefully.
It all took place at a large
round wooden table. Like one of those tables you see in
executive boardrooms.
Sally stood by and felt helpless, but she
never feels hopeless. She was on the same team but she felt
powerless to help the unknown debater win the debate. She was
wordless but she did cheer her on.
She felt useless that she couldn't help in
the debate but in true reality, Sally couldn't even hear the
debate and had no clue what it was about.
One by one
all the prosecutors were left laying on the floor, knocked
out.
Debate over
Suddenly, there was a large hush that came over the room and
all the buzzing stopped. Sally realized that the unknown
debater had won the debate and all the other participants
had dropped like flies.
The unknown female debater rushed out of the room,
leaving all her possessions on the table (notepads, pens,
pencils, you name it). Sally was overwhelmed with happiness
that she had won the debate but also still upset that she
couldn't help.
Plus the fact that the unknown debater had left the room
without claiming her prize (and apparently so upset she just
left everything behind) really upset Sally.
Sally proceeds out of the room
So Sally picked up the unknown prize and all the notepads
and pens and pencils and headed for the exit. She knew she
had to track down the unknown debater to return her
possessions but she wasn't overly concerned about that, she
had confidence.
There was a large group of people who were heading down a
short set of steps to the ground level. It was all very
official and woody and there were bright fluorescent lights
overhead.
Sally was lagging behind and because she wasn't able to
reach the exit as quickly as the rest of the crowd, she was
standing behind them slowly making her way to the stairs.
She looked over at the exit and there was a sign on the wall
on the ground floor that appeared at eye level (while she
was in the upper room).
The sign was very simple and contained four words.
Husbands love your wives
Well, that is a popular Bible verse and Sally had been
seeing a lot of it in those days so she smiled.
When she got to the bottom of the short steps, she looked up
at the sign from her lower vantage point and it appeared
different.
Wives love your husbands
Amazingly, Sally knew that was not from the Bible but was
instead, the opposite of what was in the Bible but she
smiled about that too. She liked it even better than the
original verse.
Room with a view
Then Sally walked down the hall on the lower floor and was
apparently standing in front of a window when she felt a
LARGE wet kiss land on her lips (that covered half her
face).
She was mortified because it happened when she blinked her
eyes and when she opened them, there was Harry, standing
about 2 inches in front of her looking very cross-eyed!
She did know who he was and she was confused about the loco
kiss and wondered what he was doing there. She did feel love
and compassion for him but there was no delight.
Then Harry stepped back about a foot and he didn't look
quite so WHACKED OUT but only slightly whacked out at that
point.
Clothes from Value Village
Then Harry turned and walked away and headed down the
hallway without saying a word. He was also apparently
wordless.
Sally noticed he was dressed in clothing that looked like he
found them in a bin at Value Village (who had been leaving
LOTS of calls for Sally on her telephone that she never
picked up). She already gave everything to Goodwill and
didn't understand why they were calling her multiple times a
day (and leaving no message while she wasn't even in
dreamstate).
Anyway, Harry was wearing navy blue work pants made out of
royal blue gabardine (khaki style) and a matching shirt
(with his name embroidered above the shirt left hand
pocket).
It was the style of clothing all the bus drivers and
gasoline station attendants and many other types of male
workmen would wear during prior times (but not lately that's
for sure).
Very official. The only problem was it was all way too big,
huge! And Harry was just a skinny thing, not a lick of fat
on his bones. Tall and skinny, not much muscle either. He
was 30-ish or so and had a 30-inch waist.
Alligator belt or was it eel?
On top of that, if it wasn't bad enough, Harry was wearing
an elegant alligator belt that all the swooners wore with
their suits in the 1960s, although Sally had never seen
anyone wear one with their work clothes. It was about half
an inch wide, black on the outside, with a white leather
inside facing. Very out of style too.
You could tell that someone probably spent a lot of money on
it but Harry found it at the bottom of the bin. It also may
have been a crocodile but it was definitely some kind of
gator or even an eel.
The only other problem was the belt was SO big it looked
like Harry had to tie a knot to get it to work. The excess
foot or so was hanging down in front of him. Plus, the
trousers were so big they gathered and puckered at the waist
like a dirndl skirt!
You might say he was quite scruffy looking.
I clothe the heavens with blackness
And make sackcloth their covering. (Isaiah 50:3)
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Car mechanic
As he turned to walk away, Sally noticed he was holding a
set of tools and she quickly realized that they were NOT
electrician tools, but car mechanic tools instead.
It's not quite apparent how she knew that, but she knew it.
Then Harry landed at the side of a bright red Mustang, 1965,
with a hood like the European cars (that open from the back
of the hood instead of the front like American automobiles.)
The British call them 'bonnets' not 'hoods' like the
Americans.
And then he leaned over and started tinkering with the
engine and Sally definitely woke up by then and all she
could see of him was his backside. He never spoke a word to
her.
She was not cleaving with him, nor was she about to. It was
not a mid-summer nights dream, more like a wintery dream.
More than likely, Harry was the one who installed the sign
that Sally saw on the bottom floor.
Moral of
the story?
Women like Anne Boleyn knew that
if she loved Henry and forgave him, she would win her OWN
salvation (the prize). She was very smart.
And that
Henry could do whatever he wanted (which he apparently did
often).
One trick pony.
"Your emperor made a mockery out of you."
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