Got this MSG from an old buddy who’s supposed to be visiting me here this week.
Don’t worry, I can explain…
I replied as soon as I figured it all out. “TNX 4 TEH INFO. CU SN”
See, he’d sent me the latest offering from what’s left of a band we both worked in, off and on, The Young Zygoats. Don’t ask; the drummer came up with the name. I listened to it, gave it a ‘Meh’ on a scale of ‘fail’ to ‘wow’ and was curious what he himself thought of it. Prolly not much, knowing his refined taste.
We’re both about the same age, same physical complaints, memory degeneration, frequent urination… hey, my excuse is that I just plain wore out my prostate . Can’t seem to find any backing for that in the literature, but who knows, they probably just jealous.
Anyway, Bruce, my buddy, was trying some new drug, supposed to fix the ‘piss-a-lot’ thing, and I’d asked him how it worked out.
So all I knew, schedule-wise, was to train my ass to the airport, Thursday AM, and to meet up in the visitor parking. Didn’t know which airline he was flying. Also wasn’t sure who’d be meeting us with, like wheels. On my budget lately, 27 shekels for the train one way ’bout maxes me out.
Sooo… here we go:
“A ‘B’ CD? (Yeah, that’s what I called it. His mileage varied:.)
‘E’? ‘F’! (Ok, looks like 5 thumbs down from my cuz Brucie.)
“G..HI ‘J’!” Finally, a bit of pleasantry)
“KLM” (Ok, now I know which flight to pray about.)
“NO ‘P’ QR”. (That’s the one took me a while to decipher. Silly backwater me; how’s I supposed to know they spell ‘cure’ as ‘QR’ these days? I had to look up ‘WTF’ less than six months ago…) So, looks like the new medicine’s no miracle drug. Figures, he prolly
got the placebo. They do that in these double blind trials.)
And now for the contact info:
Yeah, like I don’t remember the hippy bass player. Even know Stu’s real name:’ Stuart Kitchner’. Takes a real dyed-in-the-wool these days though to still drive a VW. I made a note to look for flames painted on the side of it in the parking lot.
And yes, ‘ex-YZ’. The immortal Young Zygoats. Wow, it’ll be a thrill to have 3/5 of the original band all in one basket-case broken-down VW bug motoring up the Ayalon freeway from Tel Aviv to wherever… doesn’t happen every day.
Like I said in the title.
Wu” Nu, can we do the numbers already?
Me: Sure. 80% fiction, 30% fact.
Wu: Something don’t add up.