The Return of Maria
April 26, 2012 § 1 Comment
Do you remember Bob and our visit from Maria?
Well, I’m thinking maybe Maria wasn’t so sure about what was going on in that condo. I’m pretty sure of it, actually.
Let me start by saying Bob and I both parked in the driveway for the condo. Not in the garage, not in a big lot, but right in the driveway. So it was always obvious if someone was there.
One day Bob and I are settled in doing his massage. He’s lying face down on the table. I’m working on his back and glutes. Just going along, quiet music playing, not saying a word.
And then we hear the door knob. And the front door opening.
Now remember– anyone who comes by will see two cars in the driveway. There is no real question that somebody is in the condo. No question at all.
So in walks Maria. Up the stairs. And there we are, in the living room, doing a massage.
She looks askance at us. Bob is covered by only a sheet. He has nothing else on. Luckily, I had just covered up his gluteal area (that’s “butt” to you). I keep working. Maria shuffles around the condo a bit, delivering clean towels.
Me- “Ah, I see Maria is here again”
Bob- “Seems so. Good thing I’m not modest.”
Maria starts walking around about 10 feet from us. Then goes back upstairs.
Bob- “I hope she’s enjoying the show.”
Me- “I’m sure she is. Maybe she wants to sit and watch.”
Bob- “Maybe so. She can bring the kids next time.”
Me- “Great idea. They can bring snacks!”
Bob- “I’ll bring the juice boxes.”
After shuffling around for about 10 minutes, keeping a close eye on us, Maria finally leaves.
And we fall back into silence, finishing the massage.
Maria became a running a joke with us. Especially since the door sometimes blew open. Although she never walked in on us again. I guess she decided we really were just doing massage.