9584. I BEEN HAD

I BEEN HAD

My Manager duped me when he said I 

was great, I was nothing and he really 

knew it. I figured not to dwell on it, and

I just moved on. They're a dime a dozen

anyway. When I checked him out, I was

actually surprised. His father been a

purloined colonel in 'this man's army,'

as they used to put in the 1950's. You'd

get to hear that a lot  -  I figured some

sort of code-phrase for gay. But they

didn't really have that then. Whatever.

I never even knew what a 'purloined'

anything was, let alone a colonel. It

kind of just means stolen, really. So,

what's to be made of that? And then, 

one time, I actually met his mother,

who was like 92 at the time. She was

somewhat bent over and spoke with a

slur  -  decidedly accented, but a slur

none the less. I had trouble with that 

one too. I thought a slur was when you,

say, talk someone down, or speak badly

of them. More code words. But she wasn't

slurring me,  -  didn't really even have a

clue nor know why I was there. It was, he

said, that she just 'slurred' her speech. After

a stroke or something. Dementia abrococcix.

I think that's what he said. She kept saying

she was Joan of Arc who was really the

mother of Mother Theresa. And boy, that

got confusing too. There was a point I

just wanted to go. I had no clue what 

she was doing.

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So. I started out saying about my Manager.

What kind of manager can it be though, who

brings you to visit his demented mother in a

cat-camp filled with demented others?