SoCS — Wishing Well

C345AB33-21C3-4E20-91A7-1871179C4407This week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt from Linda G. Hill is the word “well.”

When I read it, I was transported back in time to two incidents that involved the word “well” that I thought I’d share with you here.

The first such incident occurred at my first job interview after graduating from college. I was extremely nervous, as one might expect. The man interviewing me asked me an open-ended question. I can’t recall what the question was, but that’s not important.

Anyway, he asked the question and I took a moment to consider my answer. After crafting in my mind what I thought would be a good response, I started my answer by saying, “Well….”

But before I could get out the next word, he interrupted me and said, “That’s a deep subject,” and he started to laugh. I just looked at him, clueless as to what the hell he was talking about.

“You know,” he said, “a well is deep. A deep well. A deep subject.” Sensing that I was still lost, he explained that it was a joke. “You gotta lighten up a little, son.”

Needless to say, I didn’t get that job.

The second incident came up in a rather awkward situation after I quit my job to go to graduate school. I had gotten the flu and had missed a few weeks of classes. When I returned to one of my classes, the professor asked me how I was feeling. I told him I was feeling good.

“No, you’re not feeling good,” he said. “You’re feeling well.”

“Okay,” I said, “good, well, whatever.”

Then he started to lecture me. “Feeling well refers to feeling healthy, as in not being sick. When someone asks you how you’re feeling, they are probably inquiring about your health, so it’s appropriate to answer that you’re feeling well.”

“Fine,” I said. “I’m feeling well.”

But he was not done. “Feeling good is more of a general state of mind, so ‘I’m feeling good’ can refer to someone feeling happy, optimistic, proud, etc. You really need to be more precise and know when to say you’re feeling well and when to say you’re feeling good.”

“Thank you,” I said. “That’s good to know. Or should I be saying that’s well to know?”

Oh well.


SoCS — Marathon Man

What immediately came to mind when I read today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt from Linda G. Hill and Joey at Joeyfully Stated, was the line, “Is it safe?” from the 1976 suspense thriller “Marathon Man” starring Dustin Hoffman and Laurence Olivier.

Why? Well, this week’s SoCS prompt is “save/safe.”

The aging Nazi war criminal, Christian Szell, played by Laurence Olivier, has Thomas “Babe” Levy, a Columbia graduate student and long-distance runner, played by Dustin Hoffman, strapped into a dentist’s chair.

Olivier’s character is torturing Hoffman’s character by drilling into a tooth nerve as he tries to find out if it’s safe for him to retrieve his contraband stash of stolen diamonds.

This is just one scene from “Marathon Man,” which is one of my all-time favorite movies of that suspense thriller genre. Whenever it’s playing on TV, I either watch it or record it on my DVR for watching when it’s more convenient.

If you haven’t seen “Marathon Man,” you should make a point of watching or recording it. It would be a great movie to save for a rainy day.

SoCS — Do You See the Dew?

E1E0FEAD-5BA6-44E7-9051-764476758B21“Do you know exactly how much is due?” George asked his wife, Alicia, who was staring out of the kitchen window. When she didn’t respond, he said, “Earth to Alicia. Hello? Hello?”

“I’m sorry,” Alicia said. “Were you saying something?

“Yes, I was asking you a question, but you appear to be transfixed on something,” George said. “What are you looking at?”

“Oh George, come see this. It’s beautiful.”

Reluctantly, George got up from his desk and joined his wife at the kitchen window. “So, what’s so fascinating?”

“Do you see the dew on the grass?” Alicia asked. “The early morning sun is glinting off the dewdrops. It’s as if each blade of grass has tiny little crystalline pearls hanging on them.”

“Yeah, very pretty,” George said sarcastically. “But I gotta write a check to your dentist, so if you can take your eyes off of the dew, do you know how much is due?”

Written for today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt from Linda G. Hill. This week Dan Antion subbed for Linda, who is on a book-signing tour. The prompt for today is: “do/dew/due.” Use one, use two, or use all three.

SoCS — Hot and Cold

B26ED8A1-1213-4E3D-B840-6629DAC1EB10Marty refilled Mick’s beer mug and placed it in front of Mick, who had been uncharacteristically quiet since walking into the pub. “What’s up, Mick? You seem a little down tonight.”

Mick picked up the mug and chugged half of its contents before answering the bartender’s question. “It’s my girl,” Mick said. “I tell you, Marty, I never know anymore when I get home from work if I’ll be greeted by Jekyll or Hyde.”

Marty clicked his tongue. “Some dames run hot and cold, ya know what I mean,” he said sympathetically. “Sometimes they’re all lovey-dovey one day and the next day they just wanna be left alone.”

“But until recently Carol was never like that,” Mick said. “You know Carol, Marty. She’s hot and we have never had an issue in, you know, that department.”

“Yeah, Carol is pretty hot, all right,” Marty agreed.

Mick chugged down the rest of his beer. “But for the past few weeks she’s been cold as ice toward me,” Mick lamented. “She doesn’t seem to want me to touch her. When I asked her to have sex last night she said no, and when I told her I really needed it, she told me to go jerk off. Can you believe she’d say that to me?”

“No shit,” Marty said. “That stinks. Can I get you another refill? On the house.”

“Nah, but thanks man,” Mick said, “I’m gonna head back. Carol’s having a girls’ night out with her sister and a few friends and I want to be home when she gets there so we can talk this whole hot and cold crap out.”

Marty reached out and shook Mick’s hand. “Okay, buddy, I hope you and Carol can work it all out.”

Right after Mick walked out of the tavern’s front door, a beauty of a woman walked through the door from the pub’s back room, came behind the bar, and wrapped her arms around the bartender’s waist. “Jeez,” Carol whispered into Marty’s ear. “I thought he’d never leave.”

Written for this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt from Linda G. Hill. The prompt is to use the words “hot” and/or “cold.”

Stream of Consciousness Saturday — Volleyball

This week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt from Linda G. Hill instructed us to find a word with “vol” in it and use it in our post. I ended up using quite a few words with “vol” in them for my post. Here it is.


My friend asked me if would volunteer to coach her women’s beach volleyball team. She explained to me that the coaching job on her team had been like a revolving door, with no coach lasting more than a few games.

The volatility at the coaching position, she told me, was problematic. She explained that her team needed to evolve to the next level in order to stay competitive and that a new coach might be just what they needed to start her team’s evolution. “Maybe you could even help us start a women’s beach volleyball revolution,” she said to me.

How could I resist? Yet I didn’t want my decision to get involved with her team as coach to be a frivolous one. On the other hand, she was quite a voluptuous woman, and that was probably a big factor in my decision to volunteer.

When we ended our somewhat convoluted conversation, I was excited, but I wasn’t sure if my excitement about volunteering was out of benevolence or malevolence. After all, I didn’t really know that much about volleyball. Perhaps my real motivation for agreeing to coach women’s beach volleyball revolved around the volume of voluptuousness of the girls in their tiny bikinis who would be playing on the team.