Sea Shore Entrepreneur

Has your spouse ever complained that you were only “half-listening?” Not mine. Connie says, straight up and without any hesitation, “You didn’t hear a word I said, did you?”

Most of the time she’s right, but occasionally I can repeat what she said verbatim. This seems to irritate more than if I’d never heard the words at all. “Then why didn’t you respond?” she asks.

I thought it was a rhetorical question,” I reply. Which only adds gas to the fire. How you keep the lines spousal communication open?

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copyright – Sandra Crook

It had been a slow day for Susie. Most potential customers breezed right by her booth. Occasionally, one would stop to ooh and aah over her seashells, but didn’t spend a dime. Scratchers & Farters, cousin Klint called them.

In hopes of making a sale, she incorporated her sister Shelley into the display. Shelley put on quite a show, mimicking seahorses, dolphins, and even a mermaid.

“Hey, Mister,” Susie called to a passer by. “Would you be interested in a real live oceanic impressionist—my sister the mime?”

“Sorry Susie, sister Shelley is a sad substitute for seashore souvenir.

 

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50 Comments on “Sea Shore Entrepreneur

  1. Susie sells seashells and sister Susie on the seashore. Something like that, I was only half-reading, similar to half-listening. I spend a lot of my life doing things by halves.

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  2. So very clever. I had to repeat that last line several times, just to be sure I could. And yes, I understand Connie’s problem. My husband has no compunction about asking me to repeat almost everything I say, whilst being outraged when I say “did you hear me?”.

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  3. Dear Klint Miracle Ear,

    He who hears half or less. Perhaps Connie should paint her face white and mime for your attention. A bull horn might help. But that probably won’t do anything for your selected attention deficit. Ah well, I do mime even if you don’t mime. Now where did I misplace my invisible box. Sister Susie most likely sold it with her seashells and sand dollars on a starry starry night. Twisting my tongue in other directions.

    Shalom,

    Shelley Van Gogh W(T)F

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    • Dear Shelley Van Gogh W(T)F,

      I doublt the white face paint would help, but it would sure cover those bulging veins in her throat. Amazing as it seems, I can always hear when she says, “Dinner’s ready!”

      That sister Susie is a scrupulous seller of seashore samples.

      I hope you got half of that,
      Klint Miracle Ear

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    • Nah, this is unrelated to the mime’s crime, although it is the same mime, just starring in a new misadventure.
      Just try reading every other word, Penny. Maybe it’ll make more sense that way.

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  4. perhaps if she’s dressed in a grass skirt and dances the hula to the tune of pearly shells like the woman in this video, there’ll be interest. 🙂

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  5. I’m trying to imagine your delectable mime artist, rising like Botticelli’s Venus from the shell stall – wow, what a picture! And still no takers? Folks just don’t know art when they see it. 🙂

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  6. Living by the seashore life can be a beach. But I am impressed by her attempt to get strangers shell out money for her sister.

    My absent mindedness is now getting acknowledged as a real condition. I demand that the women in my house (daughters can be bossier) give all requests in writing, otherwise I (the man who knows vast amount of obscure trivia) will not remember. Suffering spouses seldom speak sparking scoldings.

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  7. Poor Susie, not being able to sell her shells or her sister, she’s really having a slow day. Maybe renting Shelley to explain all those half-heard/ half-missed conversations of the scratchers and farters might be more profitable.

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  8. So that’s where the silly sea shore saying comes from. Since I started writing, my husband gets a little half listening now. Added in is aging and my hearing loss, or at least it’s a good excuse. 🙂

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