I have an acquaintance – Carla – who flits in and out of my life sporadically. She comes and goes whenever her daughter, Hunter, needs alterations on dance or pageant wear.
When she calls or shows up on my doorstep we pick up where we left off as though we are fast friends and had just had lunch together last week even though it may have been six months to a year since our paths have crossed.
Last night she whizzed in after eight o’clock to pick up Hunters pagent dress I had put a new lining in. H was home and they started talking because he has a knack of drawing things out of people.
So…even though this shouldn’t be funny Carla said it struck her as hilarious later when she thought about it.
A few years ago her mother had passed away and her step father who had raised her passed away four months later. They had both been cremated and Carla got the assignment of transporting both sets of ashes back to San Diego where the deceased had requested their ashes be dropped together in the bay.
As she was struggling to put her carry-on bag where the ashes were packed together in the overhead compartment, a kind man offered to help her.
Struggling himself, he asked, “Geeze, what do you have in here? A dead body?”
Carla answered him with, “Actually, I have two.”