A Short Drive

An old Army buddy and good friend, is attempting to drive me crazier than I already am. And for me it’s a short drive. There are people that question my sanity, because I have so many phobias. Some of which, I have mentioned in previous Blogs.

A week ago this friend sends me an email saying that I will be receiving a package (gift) via UPS within a few days, but that it was only a partial shipment of the gifts that he had ordered. He also stated that he will be coming to Florida to visit with me next Monday.

Actually, he is not coming to visit me, but is coming to participate in a Sailboat Regatta on Tampa Bay. However, it is a good reason for us to get together for lunch, dinner and a few cocktails.

Back to the gift!

The first parcel arrived on Wednesday. It consisted of 3 Kazoos (costing $2.99 each) and one bar of soap ($3.99). The soap is imprinted with Face on one side and Butt on the other side, and it’s called Butt/Face Soap.

My friend knows that I am a very fastidious person about my personal hygiene. I would never use the same soap to wash my face as I do to wash my body. This is probably another one of my phobias.

What he didn’t know is that I own a pro Kazoo, much better than the three that he sent to me. Kazoo playing is the upper limits of my musical talent. I am, in fact, a great Kazoo player.

I questioned him about the gifts and his reply was that it would all come together when I received the second package of gifts. He, as usual, is screwing with my sanity or what little left that I have.

So here I am, sitting on pins and needles, awaiting the second package, which should allow me to solve the riddle of the Kazoos and the Bar of Soap.

The Beach Bum