My sister and I met in New Orleans during the most recent Mardi Gras (remember the portrait photos?). We had just finished doing some shopping and were sitting outside pondering where to go next when someone walked by and greeted her. It was her student, Courtney (my sister is a math instructor at our alma mater). Surprised to see Courtney there, she responded, “Hello, Courtney! Funny to see you here in New Orleans!”
My sister should have stopped there. But she was caught off guard by seeing one of her students while she was on vacation. So instead of saying something like, “Nice to see you,” she instead blurted out: “I love your tights. They would look great on a pumpkin!”
Um … what? I swear I heard a record screeching to a halt here.
What did she just say?
Did I hear that correctly?
Clearly, by the look on Courtney’s face, she heard what I heard. And she didn’t understand either. Or she was very offended.
My sister realized how it sounded and tried to explain: “You can wrap tights around a pumpkin for Halloween!”
Hmmm. That’s not much better. And it was currently February, which is obviously no where near Halloween.
Courtney gave her a bewildered, slightly hurt look, and walked on.
My sister was mortified. I was a little bit too.
So, as a good sister, I made fun of her as much as possible. And I remembered. I remembered and waited until the month of October rolled around.
And then, I mailed her one-half of a pair of ill-advised white tights that I bought but never wore.
I sent the one leg of tights with a poem too!
Here you are:
And the poem:
I told her the tights were on their way, so she was ready. (Her husband was not and was very confused when she pulled out a leg of tights from her envelope.)
Never to be outdone, my sister created her own poem and sent it along with some tights she dug up from our parent’s attic. (Ewww!!)
Here’s her response:
And here are my pumpkins, dressed and in honor of poor Courtney: