How to, er, “Move Up”
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For today’s story, I’ll relate a recently-overheard conversation between two co-workers…
“… Oh, we’ll have the usual herd of relatives for Christmas this year. Let’s see… there’s four coming from New Mexico, two coming from Colorado, and six coming from Austin (Ed. Note: that’s in Texas, in case you don’t know). Plus everyone who already lives here. It promises to be quite a big shindig.”
“Gee, I hope you have a really big dining room table!”
“Well, we’ll put all the leaves into the dining room table, of course. But then there’s the one in the kitchen; and oh, yeah, we can’t forget the ‘kid’s table’ over in the corner of the living room.”
“Man, I remember the kid’s table; I used to hate it when I had to sit there. I was so glad when I could finally move up to the grown-up tables!”
“Yeah, I know what you mean. The biggest problem is that the only way to graduate to the big table is for one of the older relatives to die!”
I don’t know about you, but this sure does bring back a memory or two! Ring any bells for you?
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I come from a large rural family, and when I finally made it to the Big table with some of my other cousins it was short lived. It seems we thought it would be fun to keep picking up food and passing it along—interrupting everyone’s meal. I am sure it was our childish giggling that gave us away.
Mean while back at the (wobbly-card) kids table—–life went on—The big table is something you earn.
By the way—I may never make it to the Big table…. Merry Christmas to one and all!
You know, Mike - I find nowdays I actually prefer the kids’ table!
Sounds like a metaphor for Gen Ys and Xs longing for the Boomers to go ahead and retire so they can get into management positions…
Merry Christmas, Bob. YOu’ve brought a lot of joy to a lot of people even just through MZM this year. Hope next year is fantastic for you!
A metaphor, eh? Hmmm… naaaah.
Thanks for your part in helping to make it a wonderful year on BOTH sides of the equator, Pete!
Promotion to the adults table keeps getting passed over because at least one aunt or uncle gets (re)married every year…
Oh, yes - yet ANOTHER barrier!
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