confusion

Parallel Lives?

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Richie Cunningham had just moved from Milwaukee to Los Angeles so he needed a new bank.

 

Upon entering a local bank, he saw the loveliest lady on the platform.

 

 

“Richie, it’s me, Helen Loomis, from Walt Whitman High,” she said.

 

 

She insisted she remembered him from the drama club, that they played Hamlet and Ophelia, and that they dated.

 

 

Oddly, everything she claimed to remember was true.  The only catch was that he went to James K. Polk High in Milwaukee.

 

 

He’d never been to California before.  They were both dumbfounded when he explained that to her.

 

 

Welcome back, yet again, to Rochelle’s  Friday Fictioneers.  The details are on her page.  Sandra Crook has supplied another of her photo prompts.

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fostoogle

“Fostoogle” is an old word that my cousin Gary first told me about when we were in our teens.  It’s new to everyone else though.  It’s an obscure word, with antecedents that go back to the Old English of Beowulf’s era.  I can imagine that characters ranging from Theodoric of York to King Arthur may have quite often said it. It means “to confuse”.  Because this word hasn’t ever caught on with the general public, I often very much enjoy shocking and confusing people by using it, ever so casually, in a sentence.  “Old friends and classmates often fostoogle me with other former friends and classmates of theirs.”  “I get so fostoogled when I have to drive through someplace I’ve never been before.”  To my chagrin, it will most probably never make the big leagues, to the point where it may fit in with such hep obscure words as “obviate” and “moot”.  It’s such an exceptionally nice word though. In today’s word, there’s always so much confusion that we may even need at least one more word to cover all its varieties.

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albert misses clara

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Albert wandered into the bathroom one morning to get ready for work.

“Clara?” he called out from force of habit.

He got no answer. She was away visiting her parents. Now he could at last have some free time to think. The silence was deafening though. The long-married man both enjoyed the break from routine and missed her company.

“Life is filled with confusion like that,” he thought out loud.

He proceeded to shave and to brush his teeth, eagerly awaiting his coffee and the Daily News. More importantly, he was eager to call her that afternoon.