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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368746" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Strangers in Peoria</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I met a proper woman in a proper pub <br>on a Monday in Peoria. I was taken by how much <br>she looked like Jackie after Dallas <br>but without the pillbox hat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She was from New York and I was from Chicago <br>and we were in Peoria for interviews<br>for jobs we thought we'd get. <br>But living in Peoria, we thought, <br>might not be a fit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lady was a surgeon recruited by a hospital. <br>It took a little prompting but finally she said: <br>'I repair pelvic floors in women.'<br>She paused to see if I'd react<br>and when I didn't, she continued. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'If a bladder drops, or a rectum tumbles <br>or if a womb is full of fibroids, <br>I'm the surgeon that lady needs to see.<br>These are ailments most men never<br>hear about unless they've had a wife <br>who's had them.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She sipped her Coke, <br>dabbed the corner of her mouth, <br>and then assured me: <br>'When I get done, the lady's free <br>of all protrusions. She can urinate, <br>defecate and have sex again, all <br>without discomfort.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now I've met my share of women, <br>but I had never met a woman, <br>drunk or sober, quite like her. <br>I had no idea what to say and so <br>I sat and listened. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Actually, my patients have a choice.<br>They can let me do the surgery or buy <br>a pessary, a device few women know about <br>until I pull one from the cabinet <br>and explain its ins and outs. <br>The pessary makes surgery seem simple <br>and so we pick a day for me to tuck <br>the organs back where they belong.<br> <br>'Now, if the womb is full of fibroids, <br>I'll suggest that we remove the uterus as well. <br>I tell her we'll take out her crib <br>and leave her playpen intact. <br>Often that's the best solution.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She sipped her Coke again and said, <br>'Somewhere in Peoria, as we speak, <br>a bladder's dropping, a rectum's quivering <br>and a fibroid's growing. Believe me, <br>if the salary is right, I'll take this job <br>because a fibroid in Peoria's no different <br>than a fibroid in New York.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then she put me on the spot: <br>'Well, that's my story. What's yours? <br>What do you do for a living? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I took a breath and said: <br>'I repair sentences in documents <br>written by intelligent people <br>expert in arcane fields. <br>Some of them can't spell <br>or punctuate or if they can, <br>they dangle participles, <br>split infinitives or run <br>their sentences together <br>like mountain rams <br>in rutting season.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For emphasis I added, <br>'I put muscle in their verbs, <br>amputate their adjectives, <br>assassinate their adverbs. <br>I give my clients final copy <br>they can claim is theirs. <br>The reader never knows <br>a ferret like me has dashed<br>between the lines, <br>nibbling at this <br>and chomping on that.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then I added a remark I hoped <br>would prompt a get-together later <br>for dinner and drinks, <br>another chat and a little laughter, <br>who knows what else, <br>before we'd have to take <br>different planes back home: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I believe our work is similar, ' I said. <br>'I too put things back where they belong <br>and cut away anything protruding.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">About an hour later, we paid our tabs, <br>said long good-byes and headed off <br>in different directions. By day's end, <br>we'd both be flying home; <br>and although we'd still be strangers, <br>we'd be strangers who had had <br>an interesting conversation. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not interesting enough, however, <br>for either of us to ask <br>the other for a name or number.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Donal+Mahoney">Donal Mahoney</a><div class=q>
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