i used to have a boss who, after turning fifty, started buying "muscle" cars and calling elderly folks "fops" - i'm sure everyone knows what that means.
the children were small, but each could read and spell single syllable words by the age of a little over four-and-a-half.
i was laughing about my boss' use of the "fop" and one of the little ones wanted to know what it meant, so i lied and said, "frikkin' old people!" thus began a car game for our travels over the next couple of years.
it would go something like this:
zgirl to nancson: "clops!" nancson, "huh?" zgirl, "crazy little old people!"
me to pop: "flops!" pop, "freaky little old people?" me, "uh-huh!"
nancson to me: "slops!" me, "slippery little old people? him, "nope - slimy little old people, mama!"
and so the game went on and on with many repeats with differing meanings.
chops - crumby, hateful old people
crops - crazy, rude old people
glops - gory little old people
sops - stinkin' old people
pops - poopy old people
bops - big old people
yada-yada-yada - do you or have you ever made up any "ops" of your own?
now that i've begun descending the mountain, i have to wonder what "ops" i'll be tagged with...
...oh boo...
Showing posts with label midlife. Show all posts
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Thursday, February 05, 2009
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