![]() Stephen Ramjewan A Little Slice of Heaven! These short stories are based on the life experiences of the Meuillars, a well-known family from Central Ontario. The Meuillars frequent the Stephen Leacock Museum, the Orillia Farmer's Market and Couchiching Beach Park -- they just love the Sunshine City. Contents | Disclaimer | Home |
Let's Go For A Walk ...On a warm summer afternoon Buddy and Ms. Lucy walked down their driveway and stood on the sidewalk enjoying the beautiful sunshine. They were comfortably dressed in shorts and sandals. Buddy was wearing his favorite "I Love Beer" T-shirt and Ms. Lucy sported a bright yellow flowered blouse. Buddy looked up the street and declared, "What a glorious day! It is great to be alive!" He then looked across the street and saw their neighbor, Mr. Pennington, walking over to join them. Without a greeting of any kind, Mr. Pennington looked at Buddy's feet and said, "I see you have one of those too!" "Yeah! I wouldn't leave home without it in this kind of weather!" Putting his right foot forward, Mr. Pennington said, "See, I got one too and some of my friends have one. In fact, most of the men I know have one." Buddy eyed him cautiously and said, "That's nice! I'm so glad that I'm not the only one with a funny looking toenail. By the way, is it just me or do you go around looking at everybody's feet to see if they have a funny looking toenail on their big toe?" "My. My. Somebody is a little touchy today! If you must know, I don't go around looking for it but you must admit that it is very noticeable in the summer time." Ms. Lucy had had enough of this funny toenail conversation and knowing that Mr. Pennington hated walking, she asked, "Buddy, are we still going for a walk around the block?" Before he could respond, Mr. Pennington interjected with, "I just remembered why I'm out here." Scuttling across the street, he shouted, "Ms. Pennington asked me to collect the newspaper." Ms. Lucy and Buddy watched as Mr. Pennington disappeared into his house as if he was being chased by a wild boar. With a devious smirk on her lovely face Ms. Lucy held Buddy's arm, playfully leaned towards his face and said, "It is amazing how that old Penny is afraid we might ask him to go for a walk." They laughed heartily and sauntered off. A sudden and strange silence ensued as they walked along the boulevard. Buddy quietly looked down at his feet, then at Ms. Lucy's feet. He then glanced at her through the corner of his eye and asked, "Do all men really have funny looking toenails?" "I don't know! I never noticed! I know that some men are tall while others are short. Some are big while others are small. Some are handsome but I never noticed if they all have funny looking toenails. Did you want me to keep an eye out to see if all men have funny looking toenails?" "No! No! It is just that old Penny said ..." "Well, I don't like it one bit and I'm going to get rid of it!" "I don't know. I'll ... I'll discuss it with the pharmacist. He may be have a solution." "And all the men on TV and those on the radio must have funny looking toenails too!" A few weeks later, while Ms. Lucy was doing the family laundry she asked, "Buddy, why are your socks so greasy these days?" "Did he by any chance say how long it would take for that mixture to kill the fungus?" "Did he have any other words of wisdom to share?" "He said some people wait too long and end up having surgery to remedy the situation. All I have to do is cut a small V in the middle of the toenail and the pain will eventually go away." "He went on to explain that an in-growing toenail is painful because the toenail is actually growing down into the toe. When the V is cut in the middle of the toenail, the new growth tries to fill that space and stops growing down into the toe. He is one smart cookie!" "Are you sure this will work?" "Can you guess who walked into the pharmacy while the pharmacist was showing me his toes?" "Well, that may be so but the V in the middle of my toenail got rid of the awful pains from the in-growing nail and my heels are now as smooth as a baby's ..." |