Well, the big day has come and gone. The weather was perfect, the gifts were generous, and the prime rib was perfect. You couldn't have asked for a better day. While giving the staff the weekend off to celebrate, the continuing Flatline experiences continue with or without our staff around. I didn't realize that it would come from within my own immediate family, however.
Joining Mrs Kfred and myself for the holiday were Kfred Jr. 1 and his fiancé, Goldilocks; Kfred Jr. 2, home from college for the holidays; and Brother Eddie. Brother Eddie is the member of the family that is in his own world. A lifelong bachelor, he marches to the beat of a different drummer (one resembling the skills of a beginning player in the 4th grade orchestra). Regardless, he is family and one of us. He does, however, possess a certain attitude of superiority that, at times, can be a bit arrogant. As a result, if I get a chance every so often to bring him down a notch or two, I immediately seize the opportunity.
After dinner last night, Brother Eddie had been gone for a few minutes. Shortly thereafter, he comes down the stairs and bellows "Kfred, Kfred". I answered and asked what he wanted. He replied, "come here". In a low, quietly discrete voice, he mentions, "It wasn't me, but, the toilet upstairs needs a plunger". Now, right away, I recognize the opening I knew that would eventually be forthcoming at some time. My job was to simply wait for it, tee it up, and swing it over the fences. Did I? No, I quietly got the plunger, took care of the task at hand, and considered the incident over.
He and I both know that I now have my own little comeuppance with him for the rest of my life. It's a great spot to be in. And all for the lack of a high fiber diet.