God Is In The Details

The most amusing thing just happened. While sitting on the sofa watching television and having a cocktail as I waited for lunch to be brought around, the doorbell rang. It was the Jehovah's Witnesses. Again. I can't explain why, but I knew it was them instead of the meal I was anxiously awaiting. The bell sounded different; sharper and more piercing than when invited guests press my button. I won't say I was rude upon opening the door, but I won't say that I was any too hospitable either. I feel like they can handle -- and perhaps even enjoy -- the stern rejections that comprise their neighborhood ambles.

As I was just about to turn up the heat, the two old gentleman noticed the drink in my hand, and specifically the adorable mermaid adornment which I always hang on the side of my glass.

They confided in me that they both drink in secret and how much they would love to adorn their drinks with these festive creatures so steeped in romantic mythology. Without hesitation I went to the bar and grabbed a handful of the little gals and dropped them into each of their hands, careful not to make contact with their skin. (It's an across-the-board policy I have for anyone I don't know).

I told them about my blog and one of the old men wrote down my blog address on the back cover of a Watchtower magazine. I promised to provide them with a link to where they can purchase more cocktail mermaids, as I had only provided them with about a week's worth. Perhaps more of my readers would like to have some as well. Here is the address: http://www.myriahsbazaar.com/Cocktail-Mermaids-100-Assorted-Colors-p/s341.htm

Isn't it funny how things have a way of working out?