Overheard in the Teachers’ Lounge

Casa Josh

Casa Josh

One of our football coaches, a vet in his forties, recounted how his wife ribbed him about being a neat freak. “Your underwear drawer is relentlessly organized, your t-shirts are folded, your Levis are on hangers!” she would exclaim. His reply to her was, “I’m not a neat freak. I’m a Marine.”

Not one to hobnob much with coaching staff, I nevertheless mentally genuflected anew to this man — for his service to country, of course, but in addition for his neatness. I had more in common with him than I realized. I flunked the Army physical because of a heart murmur, so was disqualified from military service. However, I am a neat freak manqué. I express my solidarity with The Few, The Proud: Semper Organized!

Casa Joseph

Casa Joseph

Casa Daniel

Casa Daniel

(Copyright (c) 2018 James Mansfield Nichols. All rights reserved.)

About JMN

I live in Texas and devote much of my time to easel painting on an amateur basis. I stream a lot of music, mostly jazz, throughout the day, and watch Netflix and Prime Video for entertainment. I like to read and memorize poetry.
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3 Responses to Overheard in the Teachers’ Lounge

  1. Eric Wayne says:

    I won’t recommend this to my girlfriend or she’ll use it against me. Besides, I think she likes coming in my apartment and making my bed and tidying up.

    • JMN says:

      Wicked! Laughing at this. No doubt she likes tidying up! 🙂

      • Eric Wayne says:

        She really does. It’s almost, but not obsessive compulsive. One day, for example, I noticed I’d dropped a piece of rice on the floor while doing some dishes. I decided to leave it there to see how long it would take her to notice it when she got home. To my surprise she hadn’t noticed it, but neither could I find it. Later we got in a little spat about something and I jokingly mentioned the one piece of rice. Turns out she had noticed it first thing she came home, made a bee-line and picked it up so fast I didn’t even realize she’d had a chance. There can’t be a speck on the floor. Me, I wait until there are enough specks to warrant sweeping.

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