Genius is gone but not forgotten. Back to college, but leaving his mark on Thevictorian homestead.
I turned on my old-fashioned Memorex radio/cassette player
to listen to our basketball team play in an annual tournament tonight...and could not tune them in. Uh huh. Thanks to a brief visit from Genius to my dark basement lair before he left. During which he stood behind me (he knows this drives me crazy) while talking, and twisted my antenna to and fro.
"Oh. I guess I shouldn't be doing this, should I?"
"What? NO! It's so hard to get that station! Now I can't listen to the games!"
"Oh, calm down. You can tune them in again." Easy for him to say. It took me five minutes.
Monday morning Genius called. He only left Sunday evening, you know.
"Hey. Is The Pony up yet?"
"No."
"Well, when he gets up, send him in my room to see if I left a folder on the floor by the heat vent. It has stuff I need that I'm working on. There are three magazines on top, too. If they're there, send them to me. There's no hurry. But I need that stuff."
"So you want me to mail it to you?"
"Uh huh. And there's a coffee cup, I think, on the table where The Pony piles his junk. It's green. I don't need it. I will buy another one. It's only $10. I think I left it. I saw one there and thought, 'That's odd. The Pony likes the same kind of cup I do.' But then I realized that it was mine. The reason I'm telling you is that I think there's coffee in it. I normally rinse it out, and I'm pretty sure I did. But just in case, it doesn't need to be sitting there with coffee in it."
"So you want me to wash it?"
"Yeah. And when I'm home, or when you come out, I can get it back."
"Okay. When I get up from the La-Z-Boy, where I'm resting, after spending DAYS getting Christmas presents and food ready, and a whole day taking you gambling...I'll find your folder and put it in something and take it to the post office and pay to mail it, and I'll wash your coffee cup."
"Okay. Thanks. Bye."
Just Genius. Keeping himself relevant. Like George Costanza leaving his belongings in a date's apartment.
Like if he didn't call you would have never seen the mug and without his asking you would just leave the coffee in it.
ReplyDeleteYes. Like we are coffee mug collectors, and would have put it in a special shed, contents intact, for authenticity.
DeleteOh, wait...
Except that date was NOT interested in seeing George again. Your feelings for Genius are different... and I imagine Genius would not love being draped in velvet, either.
ReplyDeleteNo. But Genius might fancy himself a hand model. The ego is strong in that one.
DeleteSo he left a few things behind. Perhaps he took the poltergeist with him.
ReplyDeleteI fear not. We've been hearing popping noises in his room, and just this afternoon, the ceiling light right under it went out. It used to go on and off at will, back when we were having cold spots, when I saw the headless man in the basement.
DeleteGone--but they won't let themselves be forgotten!!
ReplyDeleteYes. Genius has always preferred to be the center of attention.
DeleteDid George really do that? Clever.
ReplyDeleteYes, George really did. He left his Russian hat, bought for him by Elaine on J. Peterman's expense account. Of course the date denies any knowledge of that hat when George goes back for it, hoping to get another date out of the contact.
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